it was just my imagination or anxiety for Amelia’s life, but it felt like he was both hiding something and stalling. For the last few days since our plan was agreed he had been avoiding me, and on the few occasions, like now, that I had left Amelia’s side, he had been nowhere to be found. I had asked him to keep me informed of his progress but still I had heard nothing.
Needless to say, that because of the fucking obvious, I walked around in a constant state of being pissed off. Doing so with outbursts of demonic fury at the simplest of things. In fact, the only time I wasn’t acting this way was when I was alone with my sleeping beauty, after first dismissing Nero for the night. I would lie next to her and just, well…talk.
I told her about all the times I had watched her from afar. The moments observing her playing the piano, admitting that at the time, I had never heard anything so sweet. Of course, that was until the first time she ever told me she loved me and in the most unlikely of places. Or should I say, it was the first time I’d heard such coming from her lips, and not something said directly to me. No, instead this was something said when defending my honour in some fucking gas station.
But that was my girl. She could be the cutest, sweetest, and funniest girl alive, along with the clumsiest but then when it came to fighting for what she believed in or for those she cared for, well, then her courage knew no bounds! She was utterly fearless and ready to risk her fucking soul to save everyone else’s. But then when I thought of the two beings that made her and brought her into the world, was it really surprising?
It was little wonder why the Fates had deemed me to be so connected to Keira for if I had never played my part then my own fate would never have happened. Gods, but I fucking hated the Fates just as much as all I had to thank them for! The bitter pill being forced down my throat was getting fucking bigger, knowing what the Eye had shown me!
On one hand I wanted to ignore it as though it had never happened, but then I also knew as Dom had once known, trying to prevent the future only ended up aiding it. After all, there must have been a reason the Eye had shown me that slither of the dark future ahead.
I dragged a frustrated hand through my hair as I left my tower in search of Dariush hoping to find him in his office. A room that a few days ago looked as though it hadn’t been ripped apart by three shifters without a fucking clue!
My throne room was empty other than the usual line of personal guards that I had no fucking need for but kept around to keep up appearances. Gods, but the sooner I could get back topside the fucking better, I was done with all this royal shit!
I passed my throne and down the corridor towards his office feeling his presence in there. But then, the moment I opened the door I was rewarded with the sight of his vessel slipping through a recently made portal.
“What the fuck?!” I snapped the second the tear in our realm disappeared leaving behind no trace of his abrupt exit. I hammered a fist down on the desk, doing so just as Carn’reau entered behind me.
“I see you had the same response as I did the last time I wished to speak with your second, my Lord.” I growled and ordered,
“No one is here Carn’reau, so you can cut the ‘my lord’ bullshit.” This surprised him as I deflated into my brother’s chair and scrubbed a hand down my face in frustration. I heard the Fae close the door knowing we were going to be frank with one another. Fuck, but I missed Adam, in both his efficiency and in his honesty.
“My…” he paused when he saw my scathing look of warning, when finally, I gave him a break and said,
“Luc is fine.” Then I thought back to Amelia and always wondered why she never called me Luc?
He bowed his head telling me he understood, making me wonder if now I would see that fucking cold hard rod being pulled from his backside and the true Fae come out.