I couldn’t speak, my attention snared on a green light flickering on the warchopper’s missile launcher.
“Your Majesty?”the president tried again.
I dropped the phone, commanding my people to evacuate.
The missile wailed as it tore from its launcher, hissing its way toward the garden space outside the ballroom.
A flash of bright light engulfed everything, an incredible explosion of heat and kinetic energy sending me spinning through the air.
Curse this!
CHAPTER SIX
PARIS
“What do you mean this is a planned attack?” Medusa demanded.
Anguish held me in a chokehold.
“Tell me!” she barked.
“A human told me about it at the ballroom,” I managed, taking a moment to get the next part out. “She communicated it telepathically while we danced. She—” I stopped, keeping her name to myself.
Sarah. If I revealed her name, I’d condemn her. I couldn’t do that to someone on my side.
Wait. My side? There was only the new side of taking Aidan down now. Only, old habits die hard. Part of me reveled in this. As a thrall, I’d been waiting for this with bated breath. Praying to Aidan for the palace to come tumbling down in fire and vampire agony.
Shit.
Medusa opened a portal.
“Come on,” she said, a bite of disappointment in her tone.
I’d let her down, but a sorry wasn’t forthcoming. It’d slipped my mind, but it also filled me with glee.
Down with the vampires.
Down with that damn palace.
As much as I wanted to kill that voice, it was still part of my discombobulated existence.
What am I doing?
“We have to help Silvanus,” Medusa pressed.
Shit. Shit. Shit. What should I do? Help the vampires when my people were fighting the good fight and finally resisting this fucked-up utopia that’d been forced upon us?
Executioners like me were made pariahs, hunted and killed for being who we were made to be. Chased, hated, constantly on alert, forced to hide, labeled enemies of peace.
This wasouruprising, and I should be right there in the trenches with them.
“Paris?”
Ugh.Hervoice. Why didn’t she fuck off and help her king herself?
My two parts collided in a dichotomy of hate and empathy. And we were supposed to come together to fight Aidan, right?
I backed away from her, conflicted, sweating just about everywhere.
