“My dear, that engagement was over before it began. You are mine, anyway,” he stated.
Of course I was his. He forced me to kill Finian, sentenced my brother to the mines, and then reclaimed Hestin—my home—as his. All before he simply made my parents disappear.
And I did nothing to stop any of it.
I had the ability to change the course of Elyria, and I wasted it by not speaking or acting in time. I thought my father’s warning was to keep me quiet, prevent me from acting.
But it was becoming ever clear that my interpretation was a lie.
The Keeper’s warning was so that Iwouldspeak out. Iwouldstop these atrocities from occurring.
And I did nothing.
Yes, I was every inch his.
“And, if you want to save what’s left of your traitorous family, you will be mine, permanently.”
I paled, my gut twisting uncomfortably. Peytor may be sentenced to a life in the mines, but he was still alive, and my heart ached to protect him despite how he obviously felt about me.
“What does that mean?” I whispered.
“You, sweet Ellowyn . . .” He leaned forward, his breath fanning my face as a serpentine grin spread on his, his wild eyes dancing. “Will marry me. After all, a king is nothing without a queen.”
I could no longer contain the roiling of my gut.
I leaned over the chair and threw up.
Chapter 72
Solace
Athundering crack echoed throughout the small stone cell that my father trapped me in millennia ago. His protective measures greatly dissipated over the years—or Kaos and I just found ways around them—but the last decade proved to be extremely difficult to get messages to our descendants.
He must have enlisted the help of that half-breed sister.
My lip curled at the thought.
She would be the first to die.
My sneer turned into a smile at the thought.
A second crack reverberated through the space and then I felt it.
It was a small brush of magic, but it was there.
I moaned at the feeling and moved to the edge of my cell. I could just see the runes etched into the floor through a crack in the wall and I watched as they flared and then broke apart as the floors shook and cracked.
All at once, I felt my power, mytruepower rushing back and I groaned at the sheer ecstasy of the feeling.
It was borderline sexual, and I reveled in it.
“Sister,” a raspy voice called, and I opened my eyes with a smile.
I pushed at the walls of my prison, pleased when they simply crumbled at my touch.
I stepped into the small, dark hallway, now lit by the embers so indicative of Destruction Magic.
“Hello, Kaos,” I purred.
