All Chapters of A Queen Among Tempests: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Without another word Azadou disappears, leaving me lying here naked and spent. Every nerve in my body is jolting with electricity and everywhere he touched me is burning in intoxication, but as the high begins to wane and the lustful fog begins to lift, shame starts to creep in.I force myself to sit up, my limbs feeling like jelly. I gingerly caress my wrists, feeling a sting as I look down at the marks the ties left around them. The more I stare at them the more ashamed I become. Why do I let him do whatever he wants to me? I know there is a powerful bond between us, but Zarseti’s magic doesn’t rob people of their free will. It only allows two people to feel and be aware that their souls – or essrams in our case – are two perfect pieces of an intricate, cosmic puzzle. Her magic doesn’t turn people into sex addicts with no conscience or morality, so what the fuck is wrong with me?Three times now, I have let him do what he wanted to me with barely any protest. We’ve never had a real

I laugh so hard I choke on my drink, forcing me to place it down as I catch my breath and smile at Invidia sitting beside me.“Why did you blow a hole in the Great Wall of China?” I laugh in bewilderment.Invidia laughs, swallowing the sip of her drink. “It was an accident, and I was like sixteen. There was some creepy bug crawling on me, and I went to flick it off and then the next thing I know there’s a huge-ass hole in one of the most historical landmarks in the world.”“And no one noticed?” I ask dubiously.“Oh, lots of people noticed, but my mother just erased their memories and repaired the wall like it never happened,” she shrugs.“Smart thinking on your mother’s part,” I praise, sipping my drink.“Smartest woman I know,” she says with a thoughtful smile.“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what were you doing in the middle of nowhere in Madagascar of all places?” I ask curiously.“Hunting, I guess you could say,” she answers reticently.“Hunting what?” I quiz, my brows knitt

“Since we don’t want to add to any tension or frankly endure the smell any longer, perhaps we can address the reason we called you here and then we can all go on our way?” I suggest.Isolde nods, “Of course, I apologise for us getting off track,” Isolde says contritely. “Though I’m not sure why I would be needed regarding eyti matters,” she adds with confusion.“Over the past few weeks, my brother and I have encountered rare eyti surges; the kind that would only occur if they were gathering in great numbers,” I begin.“Like when they were converging on Invictus,” Fatma surmises. I nod in agreement.“The strange part is that when either of us have followed the source of the surge there were never any eyti to be seen. It was just like they evaporated out of thin air,” Aya continues.“But the eyti can’t just vanish,” Ecrin argues in confusion, “They may be shadows, but they leave a scent behind just the same as everything else.”“So you can understand why we have both been concerned and

I watch, stunned by my actions – though doing my best to hide it – as Azadou casually turns his head to glance at his back. He glances up at me, his face expressionless and my own emotions becoming so amplified I can’t even get a lock on what he’s feeling right now.“That tickled,” he deadpans.Have you ever seen that moment in an anime where a character just turns red and keels over? That’s what my brain is doing at this very moment.It tickled. It fucking tickled. Of course, it did! He’s a God. I may harness the same power as Jartre, but when it comes to conjuring lightning, my bolts only contain a fraction of the power the Gods hold.Azadou turns his head away for a moment and then proceeds to sit down on the sofa, resting his elbows on his knees.“I discovered the anomaly the night I woke you up,” he states with a suggestive glint in his eyes.I feel my cheeks begin to flush at the memory, but I refuse to get distracted.“You mean the surges?” I press.“They’re not coming from eyt

I immediately begin choking on my drink and have to put it down to catch my breath. I stare wide-eyed, the implication of her words leaving a nasty taste in my mouth. She patiently waits, her dark eyes watching me with innocent curiosity. I swear that expression teamed with her question reminds me so much of Ayawamat. That’s the kind of thing he would say and look just as innocent while saying it.“We are by no means brother and sister,” I correct, coughing to clear the rasp in my voice. “Yes, Jartre made us both, but not in the same way. I mean, he’s a God and I’m not. Jartre used his ability that allows him to tear through the fabric of the universe to tear away his own malice, but it was so powerful and ultimately still a fundamental part of his being, so it ended up manifesting in the form of Azadou,” I explain.“Right… Okay, so then, wouldn’t that kind of make Azadou his twin? If he’s like the evil version of your dad, doesn’t that make him like your uncle?” she continues looking