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K’yen, on the other hand, was all right angles. Bare chested and dressed in loose pants made from animal hyde, he still somehow gave off the energy of a diplomat. His demeanor was measured and precise.
He moved deliberately and with purpose. The way he observed me was calculated and I got the impression that he was the type of male to think before he spoke, which was more than I could say for Rycon.
Taking in the very large machete that he had strapped across his broad shoulders; I was not under the impression that this shifter was any less deadly.
K’yen reached out his hand to which I raised my eyebrows. I was surprised the shifter would be willing to shake hands with a daemon. Especially with a bonded Rycon arguing loudly before us, clear evidence of what could happen if you got too close to one of my kind.
“Welcome,” he greeted me. “I am K’yen.” I took his hand and squeezed. It was warm and dry, and his aura felt even and calm.
“Hi,” I replied. “I’m Raven.”
He smiled at me, and I caught a glimpse of his pointed canines.
“Raven is The Origin’s daughter,” Rhyalla informed him, and his eyes widened.
“You don’t say?” He replied, echoing what Rhyalla’s response had been, when she had learned the same information.
I felt more than saw, Rycon’s fist come flying for K’yen’s jaw. I took a reflexive step back to avoid the punch. K'yen grabbed Rycon’s fist faster than my eyes could register. I would never get over how fast shifters were.
K’yen turned his head slowly, still holding Rycon’s fist in his hand. Their gazes met, and it felt as if the entire settlement were holding its breath.
“Hello, Rycon,” K’yen said evenly. “Welcome home.”
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Kasha came up to stand next to me, shaking her head.
“He’s impossible.” She muttered, and I nodded.
“Tell me about it,” I sighed.
Rhyalla pinched the bridge of her nose, squeezing her eyes shut. “I forgot how much of a pain he is.”
The three of us watched the two males stare each other down.
“How the fuck dare you,” Rycon snarled at K’yen. “I knew it. You always were a power-hungry bastard. I leave for ten seconds and next thing I know you’re trying to fuck my sister to steal my throne.”
K’yen chuckled, shoving Rycon away from him. “I would hardly say it’s been ten seconds, Rycon. You’ve been gone for ten years.”
“He has a point.” I rationed. Kasha and Rhyalla nodded in agreement.
“Rycon logic,” Rhyalla said blandly. “It’s always been somewhat flawed.”
“It doesn’t matter how long I have been gone. I am Rhoan. This is my leap. I will not allow a weak, traitorous piece of shit like you to take it from me. I will fucking kill you before I let that happen.” Rycon’s skin rippled the way it did when he was about to shift.
“Is that a threat?” K’yen asked evenly. Rhyalla pulled some nuts from her travel sack and offered some to Kasha and I.
“This should be good,” she murmured. Kasha nodded, tossing a Brazil nut into her mouth, a small, amused smile blooming on her face.
“Think they’re going to fight?” She asked the shifter.
Rhyalla nodded. “It is likely.”
“You can bet your ass it’s a threat,” Rycon spat. K’yen’s mild expression turned razor sharp, and I knew, that Rycon had just walked into a trap.
“Well, that saves me from officially challenging you.” K’yen sneered. “You have just declared K'alpa-Rhoan.”
“What’s that?” I asked Rhyalla, who was still munching her Brazil nuts.
