19 Chapter 19: Zachariah’s fury

"I want her," Zachariah muttered under his breath.

He had always managed to get what he most desired. After all, he had become the best warlock in the century, the most powerful in the land. With the years of building his reputation, his name now struck trepidation in the hearts of men and women.

He could almost touch Mia at that instant. It might be an apparition that he had conjured, but from across the land, he was able to see Mia up close. She was breathtaking. Her crimson red hair was flowing down like cascades of passion. Then her eyes glowed. She was so beautiful! Then, she just extinguished all his magic suddenly, like a candle that had been blown out, his soul was cast away hundreds of miles back into his physical body.

He clenched his fist. "Mia, Mia, Mia," he chanted her name.

In his mind, he was formulating a plan. He was going to have her. He was going to be her lover, her king, her everything. He could almost imagine himself, pushing his lips into hers, devouring her.

He never knew that she had magic till now. Hers was a type of innate magic, enmeshed within her soul. It was the type that was the most destructive and most powerful. He would not be able to get close to her anymore. That thought infuriated him. Since their last encounter, the desire for her had grown abounds.

Zachariah had heard about the story of Mia's brother. It would have been her weakest link. He would need an elaborate plan to bring her close to him.

He could create a dream, a Somnium, one that was specially curated for her. It would be a dream that she could not refuse, and even if she knew it was all a lie, she would not resist its full temptation. Once she lingered long enough, she would forget why she had to leave. He would be able to have her, trapped in his sphere of magic forever.