Fashionably Hotter Than Hell: Book Six, The Hot Damned Series by Robyn Peterman Page A

to her.
     
    "She will turn to ash within the hour," I growled like an insane animal. "You will bring her to my suite and lay her on my bed. Her ashes are mine. Do you understand me?" I hissed as I punctuated my instructions with a right hook that dislodged his jaw. "She is mine."
     
    "You don't under… "
     
    "Do not defy me," I shouted in a voice I barely recognized. "She’s my mate. Her ashes are mine. You will do as I say or I will kill you with my bare hands right now."
     
    I wanted to crawl out of my skin. This could not be happening. Jean Paul tried to speak again and I moved in to kill him. He shook his head in frustration as he glanced at the bloody war closing in on us and gave up.
     
    "As you wish," he grunted as he picked her up and sprinted to the compound.
     
    The roar of agony that left my body was wrenched from my soul, blurring my vision. I felt the heat of the still burning fire and heard the screams from the battle that raged around me.
     
    I had nothing left to live for. My purpose for life had just died before my eyes and the need to destroy consumed me.
     
    I pulled my sword from its sheath and went back into the fray without any concern for my safety. The only thing driving me now was revenge. The Wraiths were gone. They took the life of my mate and I would avenge her death by finding Juliet and killing her.
     
    For the next hour, I killed without remorse as I searched the area for Juliet. I had no clue who I fought beside and I didn't care. As claws ripped through my skin, I simply went forward, piercing the necks of Trolls and shoving their dead bodies out of my way. I vaguely heard my name called, but the roar in my ears made hearing clearly impossible.
     
    I hadn't found my target and I wouldn't stop until I had completed my mission.
     
    Death meant nothing unless it stopped me from my goal.
     
    "Heathcliff," Ethan bellowed as he tackled me to the ground. "It's over. The Wraiths are gone. The Trolls have retreated."
     
    His words made no sense and I tried to fight him off. The Trolls meant nothing to me. I wanted Juliet. I needed to rip her head from her body and then burn her to ash.
     
    "Get off of me," I demanded as I fought him like a wild animal. "I'm not done."
     
    "We are done," he hissed as he trapped me in a spell of magic that felt like my body was burning from the inside out. "Get control of yourself. Now."
     
    I fell to the ground in agony and he released some of the spell he had cast. Rolling on the ground to try and put out the fire that consumed my insides did nothing.
     
    "Stop. I will listen," I gasped.
     
    With a wave of his hand the burning ebbed and I sat up weakly.
     
    "Juliet," I ground out through clenched teeth. "I have to find her."
     
    "We already have her," Ethan said tersely as he squatted down beside me. "She's been chained and locked in the interrogation room."
     
    I stood unsteadily and began to walk toward the compound. "She's mine," I said. "Her head is mine."
     
    "No, her head is mine," Astrid cut in.
     
    She was battered and bleeding and sparks flew from her body like fireworks.
     
    "She is the reason my mate is dead," I shouted. "Her head is mine."
     
    I didn't care if Astrid blew me to smithereens. Juliet's head belonged to me and I would have it unless someone killed me before I got to her.
     
    "Raquel is not dead," Ethan said quietly as he put his hand on my arm.
     
    "I held her. She's dead ," I shot back viciously as I shook him off. "Give me the respect of avenging my mate. You can destroy me for defying you after I do what I have to do. Just give me that."
     
    "She is not dead," he insisted as he touched me again. "Hear me before you do something that will force me to end you."
     
    "I don't care if you end me. I held her. I saw her. She's dead. Ending me will be a favor."
     
    "What the fuck is happening here?" Astrid demanded. "I am so confused."
     
    "Give me an hour," Ethan said. "I have a story for you. If, after the story you