Free Seducing Destiny (Brothers of Fate Book 2) by Allyson Lindt

over a century.”
    The idea warmed Luci more than she wanted it to. “Why do you care?”
    “Hmm...” Morrigan tapped her chin. “Because I don’t like him. That’s strictly personal.”
    “So you keep killing me?” Luci’s fingers brushed something smooth and cold. The phone. Would clocking this madwoman in the head buy Luci even a few seconds? She was willing to find out. She inched her fingers over the device, a few millimeters more every time Morrigan turned away.
    “Oh, that. No. I keep killing you in front of him because I don’t like him. That’s why you’re still alive right now. But you’re in more than one fate, Lovely. You’re destined to be my downfall, and the idea anyone is capable of replacing me is a load of horseshit. I’m not going anywhere, but you are until you stay dead.”
    “It must suck to be you.” Luci meant the bold words to be a distracting taunt, but something about them rang deeper. What would it be like to spend an eternity always looking over her shoulder, wondering when her life would end? Maybe she didn’t want immortality after all.
    “It doesn’t.” Morrigan wiggled her fingers in the air, and the phone was wrenched from Luci’s hand. It slammed into the far wall with a sickening clang and left a dent in the plaster. Pieces of plastic clattered to the ground.
    Luci stretched her fingers, panic surging back again. Morrigan had to be wrong. Blake didn’t know where she was and wasn’t coming for her. That meant she was safe until Morrigan got bored and offed her anyway. Instinct told her that was a very imminent possibility. Luci gripped the back of the chair next to her. Could she use that as a club?
    Morrigan’s mouth stretched into an exaggerated yawn. “The problem with waiting for someone who can’t move quickly is not knowing if he’s on his way and just slow or if we’re going to be here all afternoon.”
    “You can leave. I won’t mind.” Luci tried to keep her tone light, but terror gripped more of her thoughts every minute. She remembered what it was like to be torn apart by Morrigan’s magic and wanted very much for it to not happen again. Her heart hammered in her chest, and her stomach turned in on itself.
    “Nah.” Morrigan perched on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs at the knee. “We’ll give him thirty more minutes, and then I’ll just obliterate every last inch of you. Or maybe only ten. I have other things to accomplish this year.”
    Luci tightened her grip on the chair, forced all her strength into her arms, and swung. The furniture shattered before it reached Morrigan. Splinters bigger than Luci’s forearm flew at Luci, some slicing her skin, and others slamming into her bones and bruising.
    “Or we’ll do it now.” Morrigan stood, brushed invisible dust from her clothing, and stalked toward Luci.
    Shit. Panic, fear, and the distinct desire to live at least a few more years spilled through Luci. She threw a wild punch, and Morrigan knocked her hand aside. Luci stepped back, but the desk was in the way. What was she supposed to do now?
    “I never figured out what he likes about you.” Morrigan’s sing-song voice returned. She drew a line in the air, following the curve of Luci’s neck. Though Morrigan never made contact, Luci felt the skin slice and warm blood trickle down. “You’ve always been odd.” Morrigan continued a downward path, and a tear split Luci’s shirt above her right breast. This time she saw the ugly red gash appear. “You’re fat. You’re boring. You’re whiny.” She dragged her nail past the waistband of Luci’s jeans and over her hip.
    Luci couldn’t hold back her scream, as the cut sliced through denim and her birthmark. Her legs threatened to give out from the pain.
    “And you’re not suited to wear my mark,” Morrigan said, “let alone take my place.”
     
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    Blake heard Luci scream halfway down the hall, and his sprint turned into a flat run. He slammed through the hotel