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Twisting my head to look at him, I shrugged my shoulders.
“It might help to work out who he is,” he said, and I wished he would drop the conversation.
“You won’t. He won’t show himself, not until he knows it’s time. I just know when he is there, when he doesn’t speak to me, sometimes he sits with me and I pretend to not notice him.”
“But you feel when he is there,” Jack pushed.
I didn’t answer because Kane growled. “We need to work who the fuck he is and quick, he is getting too close to you.”
And that’s when they started the list of the potential suspects. There weren’t a great deal of people on the list because this person was too powerful to be just anybody.
“Too powerful,” I said, and hesitated. “Could he be the devil? Because Carter once said he was, and Clay said he was the dark god.”
“Possibly, but nobody knows if the devil is Gray Trent or the king of the fucking elves or Ryan,” Kane hissed.
“Really, do you think I’m the elf king?”he rumbled in my head and laughed.
Nobody replied, and I thought of what Carter said but decided once again to keep this to myself. “I’m not thedarkking,” Ryan said.
“Ryan isn’t the dark king,” I said and smiled.
“Why not?” Ryan hissed. “Do you not feel me?”
“Are you for real? I’m sticking up for you,” I shouted. “I feel all of you.” Pointing my finger from one man to the next. “So you all could be the dark king, if that’s the only reason.”
Ryan huffed and walked away from me.
“He isn’t me,”the dark king said and now I knew I needed to work on the ward spells in this house.
I wanted to stop Ryan and tell him it wasn’t him, but what if he was trying to put me off?
Maybe he wasn’t the dark king. I had to remember Carter’s words. Why he was unsure of Ryan or was that because somehow he knew he was the fated mate Clay spoke about, the one that killed me in my past lives?
Chapter 4
Lacey
Lifehadbeenprettyquiet since the dragon prince turned up. Ryan and I were going through a difficult time, and that was hard. He hadn’t forgiven me. I think he wanted me to think he was the dark king… at least that’s what it seemed to me. Ryan wanted me to feel him in the same way. I loved him—I didn’t get it.
Being pregnant was harder than I imagined and trying to control my emotions harder again. I broke down in private a few times because of the stress Ryan was putting me through, and now I was desperate for my exams to finish so I could go home for the summer break.
I was thankful this university year was nearly over.
I put my pen on the table and folded my arms, placing my head on top as I sighed because I’d finally finished my last exam and it couldn’t end quick enough. The baby was uncomfortable because it kicked my ribs all the way through the exam and apparently it was supposed to be the size of a bean.
But I knew by the kicks it wasn’t a bean and I had to be further along than fifteen weeks, but I hardly had a stomach, it just looked like I had drank too much water. Clay had said my mum didn’t show until she was six months along. I was showing a little, but not that anyone else would notice. And as it was too warm to wear skinny jeans, so I wore floaty dresses. Nobody would ever know I was pregnant.
“Ten minutes until the end of this exam, if you’re finished, please remain seated and quiet,” the examiner at the front of the room called.
I shifted in my seat some more and grimaced as the baby kicked my ribs again.
I peeked to my left, feeling enquiring eyes on me.
Kane glanced at my stomach and raised his eyes. He didn’t need to say anything. I nodded and glanced at my watch.
Seven minutes to go.
I took a sip of my water. Breathed in and out a few times, leaned back on my chair and stretched my body as I tried to give the baby some room.
