Page 25 of Devastation
Poseidon reared out of the water with a wordless battle cry, his fin showing its full length. In his hand appeared his golden trident, and Willow’s jaw dropped open. She stared at him for several moments before scrambling to the wheelhouse and starting her engines. But it was too late; Poseidon’s anger had been truly ignited.
A cruel smile crossed his lips as The Swallow’s Nest started moving away, but the wind began to pick up around him. A king’s temper was fearful, and when riled, it was hard to control. Poseidon had no intention of controlling himself.
A wave hit the boat, and Willow gave a defiant shout.
Poseidon pointed his trident at the water, and the waves grew, the sky darkened, and rain fell. The water grew bigger and tossed the yacht back towards him. Nobody told him no! Willow kept gunning the yacht, but it was a losing battle. As she came closer, Poseidon twirled his weapon in the sea in a circular manner, causing a deep, wide maelstrom.
Willow screamed as The Swallow’s Nest got caught in the waters and dragged down. Poseidon sank down beside her as the whirlpool reached towards the ocean bed. Gently, the ship landed on the sea floor as Willow shrieked insults at Poseidon. But he hadn’t finished. He wanted this damned bond gone, and he’d hold her hostage until it broke.
Moving his trident, the water-free area began to expand, and then overhead, the water closed in a dome. His pain-in-the-ass human pest was now trapped in the ocean’s version of a snow dome. Water confined her in a circular spot of dry land with a small vortex leading to the surface for fresh air. Killing Willow might solve his issues, but with a bond supposedly formed, he had no idea what would happen. Would he lose his powers, too? He knew those who had bonds usually suffered at the death of a mate, but as he didn’t feel for her, would he be okay?
“This won’t keep me trapped forever,” Willow shrieked at him from her yacht.
Poseidon could already see her searching for her allies. He slammed his trident down on the ground as he hovered above her.
“I forbid all sea life and creatures to give you aid. Should they disobey, consider it treason,” he said and allowed the waves to carry his voice across the seas and oceans. Poseidon felt his subjects draw back in horror, including those who were Willow’s court. They’d been heading straight for her and now pulled away in confusion and distress. They let his words sink in; they were law.
“I’d rather drown than stay here for you to take my abilities away,” Willow screeched and rushed for her ladder.
Poseidon watched, bemused, as she stumbled down it and jumped the final way onto the seabed. Incensed, Willow didn’t bother to look around. She headed straight for the whirling walls of water, and Poseidon allowed her. Willow craned her neck to glare at him and stepped into the sea. No sooner had she done so than a great white appeared from nowhere and, hitting her with its blunt nose, shoved her inside the prison he’d created.
Willow shrieked in anger, raced across to a different area, and tried again. Once more, a shark pushed her in, and Willow crashed on her backside. Rubbing it as she stood up, Willow glowered at Poseidon, who looked smug.
“To break this supposed mate bond, you need my permission. Screw you. You’ll never have it, and I hope it grows stronger every day,” Willow hissed at him in pure envy.
She headed back to her yacht and slammed inside it.
Poseidon grinned. Good, with her hate, she was also on her way to breaking the bond. Let the games begin.
Jase/Poseidon – one week later.
That stubborn, infuriating wench! She needed to be drowned. Willow had not only ignored his entire existence for seven whole days, but she’d also corrupted his guards. That sneaky, two-faced, emotionally swindling human… rat! Poseidon had checked on her just before dawn and discovered her swimming with the great whites.
As he stared, furious, he’d listened to how she praised them and worked their damn egos. And sharks were certainly egotistical. Poseidon unleashed a scolding they’d never forget and shoved Willow back into her prison.
This time he had surrounded it with Jelly Fish.
The Portuguese Man of War were simple creatures who’d only obey him.
Willow pouted, but he saw her quick mind working to find a way around them. Meanwhile, her court stayed just out of her reach but hovered nearby in case she needed them. Jase had to admit, had she not been human, her wilfulness and determination would have attracted him. However, both qualities appeared ugly on a human. Willow had to be shown he was boss, and what he said goes.
He left the castle and stepped into the bright, warm sunlight. Usually, the sun would cheer him up, but all it did was taunt him that Willow couldn’t see this glorious day. Well, that was her problem, he rationalised. Willow could easily partake in this wonderful sunshine if she agreed to work with him on breaking the mate bond. It was all her fault!
Happy in his deduction, Jase began walking down to the rose gardens. They were Frankenstein’s domain and beautiful with a riot of colour. They never failed to stun Jase with their bold and delicate colours, nor could he understand how Frankenstein achieved such perfect blooms. The air down here was filled with various scents.
“Jase,” Frankie De Silvia, Frankenstein’s human side, greeted him.
“The gardens appear even more wonderful than usual.”
“Yes, with one or two surprises. That’s why you are here, isn’t it?” Frankie asked, and Jase looked puzzled.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jase admitted, and Frankie shifted on his feet.
“Oh. I did inform Vladimir, and then I consulted Lilith and Pandora. They said everything was fine, but you haven’t come until now,” Frankie explained, and Jase’s puzzlement grew even deeper.
“Brother, I’ve no idea what you mean.”
“Follow me,” Frankie ordered with a sigh.