Page 65 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

I blink and look over at her. “Hm?”

She looks at me, a flicker of concern crossing her face. “It’s the drakaths, isn’t it?”

She knows the answer to that.

“Hm.” I don’t give a clear response.

“Can you not just sit next to me?” she asks.

“I could.” I stand up, refusing to look at her as I move from the armchair and drop onto the sofa beside her. She reaches over, placing her hand against my neck, just where the drakath was tearing into me, again and again.

A wave of reprieve washes over me as her touch forces the drakath to dull into nothing.

Fuck, that feels good…

I don’t realise I’ve closed my eyes until her knuckles brush down my neck, leaving a tantalising trail of sparks in their wake, and my eyes snap open.

“What were you saying?” I ask. Even though I know I should move away from her touch, I don’t.

“The drakaths, they were created by Set; he is a darker god, if memory serves,” she muses as she moves her hand away from my neck. I miss the feel of sanity and her touch, but I’m not about to say that.

I reach over to the original version of the Book of Gods and flick it open until I find a page and skim down it. She leans over my shoulder.

“Set… He’s the god of chaos, darkness, and destruction. He’s also the creator of vampires, known to be extremely manipulative,” she murmurs as she takes the book from me and scans the page.

I frown. “Wait, you can read it?”

She pauses, then looks down at the page and touches my mark on her neck as if just realising now. “I guess you marking me gave me that ability,” she whispers, sounding impressed.

“Mom and Grandma couldn’t,” I point out, frowning slightly.

“You are the Deimos King; you’re different from your father and grandfather,” she says, her fingers tenderly caressing the mark.

Stop that…

“Hm,” I say curtly, looking away as tension stretches between us.

She looks down at the page, clearing her throat. “So, the fact that the drakaths ended up where the vampire species reside can’t just be a coincidence, can it?” she asks.

“Perhaps not. That could have been a land that was once Set’s, making it easier for his species to survive there.”

“Maybe,” she murmurs. I look back at the book at the chapter about the drakaths when I come across a passage that catches my attention.

“The drakaths come from a Will that a goddess helped create, a Will that then birthed vessels – the drakaths. They are all extensions of the Will; they are not independent beings, despite being considered an immortal species. They do not procreate, as it is the Will who grants them life within the hive. They are extensions of the Will itself. When one dies, its memories simply return to the Will, and more are simply created to replace those that are lost.”

Sienna closes the book she’s holding, her fingers still tucked into the book, keeping her page as she turns her full attention to me. Something that I shouldn’t be noticing.

“So those cocoons we saw, those were how they were birthed, and that egg that everything was branching off, that was the Will,” she states slowly.

“Well done on figuring that out,” I say sarcastically. She rolls her eyes.

“Alright, smart guy, what else?”

I look down at the book. “They were a species that was meant to eliminate the vampires who had stepped away from their worship of Set. Unlike vampires who have their own ideals and thoughts, Set made sure the drakaths obeyed him and him alone.” I read. “He controlled the Will, for the one who controls the Will creates the legions.”

“Do you think that means if we destroy the Will, it would destroy them all?” she murmurs.

I skim down the page, shaking my head. “I don’t know. There’s nothing on how to destroy them.” I skim through the next few pages, pausing when one word pops out. “Well, here’s an interesting bit.”