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I looked back at Brander. “Someone needs to hurt me.”
“What?” Phaeron practically screeched.
“We’d been fighting them off when David had sliced me with a blessed knife,” I explained. “That’s when…that’s when Mora did what she did.”
“That’s…that’s preposter-”
“I’ll do it,” Brander volunteered. “I’ll…I’ll do it.”
While I wanted it to be Thorin, I knew that Brander wouldn’t let that happened. I wanted to kill him, and if Mora sensed that, she’d do it for me. This was an experiment, so I had to treat it as such. However, I still had every intention of killing Olympia to prove a point.
Brander left his seat, then walked over to stand in front of me. He looked troubled enough that I almost felt sorry for him, but that didn’t last long. Along with Phaeron and Thorin, Brander was also to blame for this clusterfuck. He could have told me the truth at any time, but he’d chosen not to.
“Just cut me,” I told him. “However, it has to be deep enough to hurt.”
He gave me a tight nod before his nails extended to razer-sharp blades. While we could do it on command, like our incisors, our nails usually came out on instinct. Fighting or feasting were usually the cause, but it could be done without the need to survive.
As soon as Brander’s fingernails punctured my skin deep enough to push me back a bit, Mora was losing her shit, and I could feel her pain over my own. However, much like when David had injured me, her pain was nothing compared to her rage.
“Sweet Jesus,” Thorin gasped as Brander stepped back, staring at Mora like he was seeing his death in her eyes.
I quickly rushed over to her, my arm slipping around her waist, as her fingertips came alive with fire capable of killing everyone in the room. It was insane how someone so beautiful could be so fucking deadly, but she was.
She was, and she was mine.
“Baby, I’m okay,” I said soothingly. “It’s already healing. Calm down.”
“I don’t think that I can,” she admitted.
“Then aim at the heads on the floor,” I instructed. “Focus your anger on them and finish on them.”
Mora took in a deep breath, then did as I’d instructed. Fire shot out of her hands, and by the grace of God, she’d managed to control it enough to hit her targets. Everyone watched as she set the three decapitated heads on fire, and it was enough to scare the hell out of them all.
When Mora was done, there was absolute silence as the fires died down, leaving nothing but unrecognizable lumps on the floor. It also wasn’t lost on me how she had managed to do it without setting the floor on fire, and maybe speaking with her father was a good idea after all.
“Jesus Christ,” Phaeron whispered, and Mora immediately stepped back until I had no choice but to wrap my arms around her.
I looked between Brander, Thorin, and Phaeron, and said, “When the prophecy claimed that Mora would set the world on fire if anything ever happened to me, that’d been meant literally.” I glanced around the room. “This is as real as it gets, people.”
Chapter 22
Mora~
Iwanted to be alone with Kalon, but I knew that I couldn’t do that until we cleared a few things up with these people and his coven. While I didn’t feel like I’d ever be a part of Kalon’s coven, they were still his family, and I knew that we were going to have to find a way to balance that. Plus, they had this entire tribunal code thing that they were involved in to keep the peace, so I was going to have to make some allowances, but not without letting them know a thing or two first.
There were about twenty people in the room, and I needed each and every one of them to understand what I was about. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life killing other vampires in self-defense. I didn’t want to have to be looking over my shoulder all the time. I didn’t want to have to worry about Kalon whenever he wasn’t near, though our twenty-mile tether was going to ensure that we weren’t apart often, but still.
I also didn’t need anyone going after my parents or Zaire. I needed these people to know that Kalon wasn’t the only person in my life that I’d burn the world down for. I’d had a life before Kalon had changed me, and that life still existed. It existed in how I’d spoken to both my parents and Zaire since this all happened. It existed in how they still sent me text messages with memes and asking me how my vacation was going. It existed in how I still had a job, coworkers, an apartment, etc.
After getting a hold on my bearings, I stepped away from Kalon, then faced Brander. “I have no agenda here,” I told him loud enough for everyone in the room to hear me. “My plan is to go back to work after my vacation and keep living my life in peace. If every aspect of the prophecy is correct, since Icanwalk in the sunlight, then I see no reason why I can’t just go back to living my life like before.”
“Mora, you can’t honestly believe that a normal human life is still possible for you,” Brander said, but not unkindly.
“Why not?” I challenged. “Why can’t it be?” I looked around the room .”You all seem to be doing a fine job of infiltrating the real world without discovery, so why can’t I?” No one had an answer for that. “I see no issue with leaving all you guys alone as long as you leave me the hell alone in return,” I continued. “I have no desire to rule anything, take over anything, or parade myself as some sort of cult leader.”
“The prophecy claims that the visionary of darkness is supposed to take the lost and lift them to the height of power,” Phaeron reminded me. “That sounds like the makings of a leader to me.”
I looked over at the older vampire. “I’ve already done that,” I informed him.
