From Blood & Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout Page 0,196
drew my attention.
Delano let out a low rumble of warning that made my skin crawl. “What the fuck are you doing down here, Jericho?”
My breath caught as I saw the tall form drift out of the shadows.
“Taking a stroll,” he said.
“Bullshit,” Naill spat. “You’re down here by yourself. You’re here for her.”
I tensed as Jericho looked over at me. “You’re wrong,” he said. “And you’re right.”
Footsteps came from the entrance, and I heard Delano curse again.
“I am here for her,” Jericho said. “But I’m not alone.”
No, he wasn’t. There were six men with him, all staying close to the shadows.
“You’re being incredibly stupid,” Naill pointed out, blocking the door.
Jericho stared at me through the bars. “Perhaps.”
“I know you think you’re owed your pound of flesh. She cut you.”
“Twice,” I chimed in.
Delano sent me a look that said I wasn’t helping.
Jericho sneered. “Don’t forget the hand.” He lifted his left arm. “There’s that.”
“That’s on you,” Delano answered. “Not her.”
“Yeah, well, can’t take it out on the Prince, now can I?” Jericho said, and I frowned, having thought it had been Hawke who’d taken his hand.
“Do you understand he will have your head if you harm her? All of your heads?” Delano said. “He said no one is to hurt her. You try to do what you want to do, all of you will die. Is that what you want, Rolf? Ivan?” He rattled off the names of those who were hidden. “He will see this as a betrayal, but you still have a chance to walk away from this with your lives. You won’t if any of you take a step forward.”
None of them moved to leave.
One advanced, an older man with brown eyes. “She’s the fucking Maiden, Delano. She was raised as an Ascended, by the damn Queen herself, practically. The Ascended took my son in the middle of the godsdamn night.”
“But she did not take your son,” Naill replied.
“I get that the Prince wants to use her to free his brother, but you and I both know, Malik is most likely dead,” Jericho tossed out. “And if he’s not, it probably isn’t a good thing. He’s got to be so fucked up by now that he has no idea who he is.”
“But if we send her back to the bloodsucking Royals, we send one hell of a powerful message,” another argued. “It will shake them. We need that advantage.”
“And we want it,” the one who was called Rolf said. “You have to. Those bastards killed your whole den, Delano. Your mother. Your father. Your sisters weren’t so lucky. They waited a while before they killed them—”
“I know exactly what was done to my family,” snarled Delano, and I felt my stomach twist. “But that does not change the fact that I will not allow you to hurt her.”
“She was standing next to Duke and Duchess Teerman,” a voice came, sending a chill down my spine. “She stood there when they told my wife and I that our son was to be given to the gods. She just stood there and did nothing.”
I stumbled back a step when the man who spoke stepped out of the shadows. It was Mr. Tulis. So jarred by his appearance, I couldn’t do anything but stare at him.
He looked at me then, with hatred in his eyes. “You cannot tell me you didn’t know what they were doing. You cannot tell me that you had no idea what happened to our children!” he shouted. “What was happening to the people who went to bed and never woke up? You had to know what they were.”
I opened my mouth, and the only thing I could say was, “Is your son with you now?”
“The Ascended will never get their hands on Tobias,” he vowed. “We will not lose another to them.”
Rattled as my gift came alive, I was barely able to pay attention to what Delano said. “And you would betray the Prince, who aided your family in escape? Who made sure that your child could grow and thrive?”
Mr. Tulis didn’t take his eyes off me. “I would do anything to feel the blood of the Ascended flowing on my hands.”
“I’m not an Ascended,” I whispered.
“No,” he sneered, brandishing a knife. “You’re just their whole future.”
I wanted to tell him that I planned to go to the Queen on their behalf, but I didn’t get the chance. Not that it would’ve made a difference. Not with that kind of loathing radiating out from him.