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“Well, naturally, His Highness would return home and take his place at the queen’s right hand. The Dawn Throne and Oak Crown waiting until the day when His Highness claimed them upon his queen mother’s natural death. Of course, all that nonsense with the vampire would be forgotten. You would return to the life you were born to.”
Yes, the life he was born to.
Maybe it was time to remind Sarya and his mother exactly the life he was born to.
With nothing more than a flick of his wrist, the dagger he’d been holding streaked across the distance separating them. It slammed into Sarya’s right hand and nailed it to the tree behind him. A scream erupted from Sarya as he stared almost frozen in shock at the knife cutting straight through the palm of his hand and into the tree. Blood poured along his fingers and into the bark of the tree like small red rivers running to the ground.
As Sarya reached to pull the blade out, Rei lunged forward with another knife. Holding Sarya’s left shoulder against the tree, he slowly pushed the other dagger into Sarya’s throat. Hot blood sprayed across Rei’s face and across the front of his shirt, but it made him smile even wider. Yes, this was a long time coming.
He didn’t push the dagger in far enough to kill Sarya. No, no. Not yet. That was too quick. This was to silence his screams. There was no need to bring a vampire audience for this.
“Sshhh, sshhh,” Rei hushed the elf, his own voice barely more than a whisper. He leaned in close, their chests almost touching. “It’s my turn to talk.” He paused and cocked his head, furrowing his brows. “Wait…are you Trin’s father? You’re not, right? Because I’m trying to get in good with my half brother, and I don’t think it would help my case if I killed his dad.”
Sarya’s pupils had shrunk and white dominated his wide eyes. His pale lips moved, but there was only a thick gurgling sound while more dark blood spilled over his lips and ran down his pointed chin.
“That’s what I thought,” Rei continued. “You two don’t look alike. Besides, even if you are his dad, I am trying to get him to kill my parents, so it would be a fair exchange.” Releasing the dagger still wedged in Sayra’s throat, he lowered his hand to the hilt of the sword the elf wore and slowly drew it out as he stepped back. “I want you to know that I’m rejecting my mother’s offer. But don’t worry. I’ll send my reply for you.”
As Rei lifted the sword, Sayra stretched out his free hand and opened his mouth in a scream, but no sound left him. Rei drove the blade into Sayra’s chest and plunged it downward, cutting through the elf from sternum to cock. More blood splashed on him, but not as much as earlier.
The elf sagged dead; the life drained out of him, while only his arm hung in the air, the hand still pinned to the tree. With a curl of his lip, Rei tossed aside Sayra’s blade as though it were a bit of rotting trash. He wiped his hands on his splattered jeans and sighed. That was about as pleasant as he’d expected it to be, though there had been a tiny concern that Sayra was Trin’s father. The annoyance served his mother a long time, which meant it was possible.
However, there was no physical similarity between them. Plus, Trin didn’t appear to like Sayra any better than Rei.
Rei mentally shrugged. There was no point in worrying about it now. It would balance out in the end.
The important thing was delivering the message to his mother.
With a snap of his fingers, he tapped into the bubbling energy swirling through the air and filling every living thing. He redirected it into the plants and vines that grew in the area, coaxing them away and calling them forward.
“Up! Up, little ones. I need you to make a delivery for me,” Rei sang. He waved his hands, sweeping from the ground up toward Sayra’s remains. Tree limbs stretched and vines curled upward, wrapping around Sayra and digging inside of his body through the opening he’d cut. The corpse shifted and jiggled wildly on the ground as if Sayra was convulsing or even trying to rise from the dead. The tree branches and vines pulled out different organs, carrying them off into the woods.
“Careful, my loves, make sure all the pieces get back to Queen Belladonna,” Rei called out. As the seconds ticked by, Sayra was taken apart and his various pieces were carried through the woods like ants carrying bits of leaves to their hill until there was nothing left but the blood that had soaked into the dirt and rained on the blades of grass.
Just as the last of Sayra was disappearing, a pair of small flowers brought his daggers to him. He collected them and caressed their delicate pink petals before straightening. “Thank you. Go have fun,” he whispered as he watched the flowers hurry off to find a pleasant spot where the rising sun would bathe them throughout the day.
“It looks as if the flowers weren’t the only ones having a bit of fun,” Yichen called out.
Rei swung about, his heart leaping into his throat. The sun was up. His vampire was not supposed to be outside. A quick search revealed Yichen standing on the wall closest to him, a black umbrella open over his head. Despite the rising heat of the day, he was also wearing jeans and an oversized black hoodie with the deep hood pulled up so that even his face was in shadow.
“Have you lost your mind?” Rei snarled. He ran to the wall and used his momentum to nearly run up it. Yichen bent and caught his hand, pulling him the rest of the way up so he could stand beside him.
“The sun isn’t that far up.” Yichen narrowed his eyes and poked one finger into the center of Rei’s chest. “Besides, Junjie mentioned that it seemed like the fae energy had gotten thicker outside the wall. I figured you might know something about that, and you were plotting again.”
“Plotting? Never. My mother’s little bitch wanted to relay a message. I was sending my answer.” Rei made a frustrated sound in the back of his throat. “Enough of that. Let’s go inside where it’s safer. We can talk when you’re not in danger of burning to a crisp.”
To his shock, Yichen didn’t immediately agree. The wicked vampire grinned and lifted one finger, running it across his blood-smeared cheek. “I have a better, more fun idea.”
Chapter 27
Wu Yichen
Was it wrong that watching Rei decimate that elf with a blade and magic turned him on?
Possibly, but he wasn’t going to worry about that.
Being with his blood-covered man after he’d just struck a blow to one of his parents was sexy as hell, and there was no point in overthinking it.
Holding tight to Rei’s hand, he jumped from the wall with Rei at his side and the umbrella shielding them both. Within the Zhang grounds, Yichen pulled his elf along the side of the house to the rear where the tree coverage was the heaviest.
