He bit his bottom lip, saying nothing, having seen it with me.
Seeing the remains of my brother and being dragged into fractured memories again didn’t help my anger. It stirred the pot, increasing the flavor of frustration.
“Did Caer say anything?” I asked.
“Yeah. Well, not about this part,” he said. “I came out of it with you.”
“What did she say?”
He told me about Elio and Glimmer City, stirring the pot further.
I snarled, tensing at the mention of the thrall’s name. Work with him? Put him in Paris’s and Medusa’s proximity again?
I think not.
“Any thoughts?” Paris questioned. “Because mine are a mess.”
His soulful timbre eased my fury somewhat. A strange turn, considering he’d been the source of much of it tonight.
He is a spark in the dark…
“We have no choice,” I answered. “Though I’m not sure how I’m supposed to leave my people at this time.”
This would be a quest to save them, however. To give them a better future. Or even get our own world back. Because what if all this led us home?
A wonderful thought, but first I had to address my people.
“Let’s return to the palace,” I said.
Paris shuffled nervously from foot to foot. “Don’t you want to talk about what you saw?”
“Not right now. I’ve had enough. Come. I’ll fly us back.”
It was a risk to hold him again, yes, but necessary.
We dressed, then stepped out into the rain, getting soaked again in seconds.
“Waste of time drying these,” he complained.
I didn’t know why I laughed, it just sounded funny to me.
And with that, we took off, images of my sister spinning in my mind.
Are you dead, too?
CHAPTER NINETEEN
PARIS
Two royal guards gave me death stares when we arrived in Silvanus’s chambers.
Fuck them. I was too busy processing the smoke I’d seen billowing from the other side of the palace. Because of a missile attack, the ballroom, the target.
Because of Hal.
Because of executioners and vamp haters like me.
“The elf will remain here,” Silvanus told the guards. A stern tone if ever I’d heard one.
