"My father says otherwise."
"It would be in your father's best interest to have you believe so." But a frown marred his usually calm expression.
"He says the keys were created in blood, and that blood now links them to the fabric of the gates. If we destroy the keys, we risk destroying the gates."
"I do not think that is possible."
"But you don't know for sure?"
"No, but there are those who will." He hesitated, his gaze capturing mine. "That is not all, is it?"
He knew it wasn't. I gulped down more alcohol, and swallowed the subsequent burp. "If I let you take the remaining keys, he will kill Ilianna and Tao."
He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. I could read his thoughts as clearly as if they were mine. Anger surged, so fierce and bright that Valdis's flames flared in reaction.
"They will not be casualties in this cause, Azriel. I'd rather give the keys to my father than let either of them die."
"The fate of our worlds rests—"
"I don't fucking care!" My grip on the glass tightened. How it remained intact I have no idea. "This isn't negotiable, Azriel. If what my father says is true, then you won't be getting the keys. End of story."
Red flickered through the tips of Valdis's flames. It was an indication of her master's emotions—emotions he was otherwise very carefully controlling.
"Then I had better check the legitimacy of his comments as quickly as possible," was all he said.
"Yeah," I agreed. "You'd better. And while you're at it, ask what can be done if the keys can't be destroyed."