Unexpected Rise of Leonard Storm

Chapter 170

Matilda panted, her legs sprawled before her on the rug, her back resting against the couch on which Lord Leonard now gasped for breath as well.

Her mouth was dry as sand, her limbs trembling so violently that she could barely keep her hands limp in her lap.

A spitting sound and a little thump told her he’d removed the bit.

He’d roared around it. His bellowing had been almost as bad as the gang itself.

It was a void. It was a new, dark hell.

Her gang had been a pulsing star that flared against the wall that the darkness had crafted between the top of his spine and the rest of it. She knew— knew without testing—that if she bypassed it, jumped right to the base of his spine … it would find her there, too.

But she had pushed. Pushed and pushed, until she was sobbing for breath.

Still, that wall did not move.

It only seemed to laugh, quietly and sibilantly, the sound laced with ancient ice and malice.

She’d hurled her gang against the wall, letting its swarm of burning white lights a