at Cassandra's side, his growling subsiding just slightly with Cassandra's close company. Her mere presence always had a way with him in any shapeshifter form he took.
With each step Omarion took, his power seemed to grow and grow until we all seemed to be struggling with merely standing; the urge to kneel down was growing stronger and stronger. It didn't take much longer before Otis was slowly taking a knee to the solid floor, while Tristian went on all fours and began to whimper.
Dominick was gritting his teeth, looking annoyed as hell, but his orange and gold eyes began to shift entirely to their prism attributes, and within a few seconds, his body seemed to shift in muscle mass and demeanor as his scrunched face smoothed out into a serious stare.
His fae magic was clearly running on high, those royal attributes in his blood taking full effect and attempting to void out the countering command of Omarion's growing energy.
It was taking me a lot more mental strength to remain standing, but my incubus qualities weren’t going to allow me to kneel to anyone other than Cassandra.
Not even to a god like Omarion.
When he reached our new enemy, the man merely stood there, but it was obvious from the slight tremble in his body that he, too, struggled to keep aloft.
"The only reason I haven't killed you yet is there’s the slim possibility you might be the individual Cassandra mentioned from her trial."
Now I really struggled to keep it together. The authoritative power that emanated from Omarion's voice gave me the strong impression he wasn't in control anymore.
The man slowly put his hands up in surrender, but he didn't kneel to the floor as one would expect.
"Then you should know I'm here not with ill intentions," he began as he scanned around us until his eyes landed upon Cassandra. "I suggest you bring her inside promptly. Her temperature is dropping."
That had us looking back at Cassandra, noticing how her skin was getting paler and her body was indeed shivering.
"Confirm your identity, first," I prompted.
The man's eyes looked over to mine, giving me a look of judgment before he seemed to understand what I was.
"Incubus. Figures."
His comment didn't bother me in the slightest as a smug smile formed on my lips at the dangerous gamble I was about to play for fuck's sake.
"Tell me your name or jump off that ledge and die," I ordered and laced an extra dose of control into my words while my eyes narrowed in defiance.
The man frowned then and complied with my request.
"King Wyatt Cyldrirth. Husband of Faith Cyldrirth, and, in this case, Cassandra's father," he introduced.
"Hmph." I actually frowned in disappointment. "I wanted to see if you could really fly or not."
Everyone actually looked my way, and whatever individual was controlling Omarion backed down enough for Omarion to smirk.
"I figured it was you," Omarion began and looked back at Wyatt. "King Wyatt. Finally making an appearance after all this time. Why should we graciously follow your orders?"
"If Cassandra gets any colder, it's going to snow," he replied with a neutral tone. "That isn't going to do the land good when it's just recovering from years of death."
"No way is it going to..." I began, but a single snowflake fell down upon my nose. All I could do was pout while Dominick sighed. He had Cassandra in his arms in three seconds flat.
"Let's get inside. Cassandra's health is the priority," Dominick instructed. "Besides, he's been here long enough to have killed Cassandra before our arrival. If he had ill intentions, he would have accomplished them already."
He had a point.
"I don't like his sudden intrusion."
My eyes glanced over to my brother, his stern voice full of dissatisfaction only reminding me of my own concerns.
I agree with you, but we sensed a higher presence long before we arrived here. The queen may have called for him.
"And decided we didn't deserve to know about it?"
Not necessary when he's her real husband and not the one trying to take over the human race and ignite a war to prompt the Great Summoning. Let's focus on Cassandra. She's been through a lot and right now, her health is nowhere close to stable. She could decline due to our lack of compromise.
That was enough to prevent my short-tempered brother from doing anything stupid. I couldn't blame him for his concern. He'd been the first to wake up and couldn't leave until we’d all recovered from our apparent comas.
So much explaining to do.