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“I did it,” Damien crowed, his eyes manic. “I’ll be rewarded. He said I would. It will all be mine.”
What the fuck was this dude on? …Oh shit. Lycan. He was showing all the signs. Nervousness, paranoia, agitation. There was a meltdown coming; I was sure of it. My eyes caught Wolf’s. He’d gone silent as he watched our little druggie captor, no doubt noticing the same tells I was. Then his eyes widened, his breath stilling at whatever was unfolding before him.
It wasn’t possible.
But it was.
I was seeing it happen right before my eyes.
Moon Goddess…please…
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
If this was the afterlife, I wanted a refund.
Not that it wasn’t exotic, because it was, but I was trying to figure out what the fuck an old stone castle had to do with wherever the Moon Goddess took her subjects. Unless…damn, was I in some form of human hell?
From the smell of things, it was a very possible scenario.
I preferred history in my textbooks, because damn, this shit stank.
Where the fuck was I?
“We can’t do this,” a voice urged, feminine, sweet…and familiar. Who the hell did I know in a purgatory that looked like Ancient Mesopotamia? Following the sound, I rounded the corner of the dark hallway.
No fucking way.
Get out.
Did I fucking time-travel?
“I wasn’t asking your opinion, Lizzie,” the man beside her hissed angrily. “This is what needs to be done to save our people.”
“This will condemn our people,” the younger version of Granny argued. She had to be no older than twenty-one. Her red hair was piled on top of her head and adorned with a golden circlet. She was draped in ivory silk, with a blue shawl thrown over one shoulder. “You heard what the shaman said. It will enact a great price.”
“A price we must pay.”
So this was my uncle. The man who’d sought power at any cost. He wasn’t much to look at. Brown hair, brown eyes, and a body that lacked definition. No wonder he wanted power.
Wait. I knew that face. Where had I seen it before?
“What does Father say?” she urged. “We should ask him. He will know what to do.”
“Father doesn’t know anything,” my uncle yelled. “He has been weakened by age and grief. I am the one who makes the decisions now. Me.” He leaned toward her, pinning her against the wall. He was weaker than her, but that didn’t seem to matter. There was real fear in her eyes.
“What are you doing?” Her voice trembled.
“He’ll be dead soon, and I’ll be the king,” he whispered into her ear, nipping at the lobe. Granny shrieked but didn’t move to shove him away. Her entire body trembled. I knew that look all too well. “Remember what I said. When this is over, you will be in my bed.”
“You…we can’t,” she sputtered. “We’re related.”
He scoffed. “Do you honestly believe that we share the same parentage? Our father couldn’t get it up if he tried. My mother slept her way through half of this castle.”
“It’s still improper.”
“Not when I make the rules,” he sneered. “And be assured, I will make the rules, and you will obey them.”
The scene before me faded. The air rushed from my lungs as it fell away.
