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“Where are we going?” I ask politely.
“I already told you,” he snaps. “You’re being escorted to a private room where you will wait for Fohri.”
His cold demeanor shoots down my idea, only reminding me of the fact that he works for a disgusting master. We come to a door where he opens the lock. Stepping aside, he gestures for me to enter. I step into a bedroom, seeing more evidence of the luxurious lifestyle in its decor.
I turn around to talk to the guard in one last effort but the door is already shut. Letting out a sigh of defeat, I amble over to the edge of the silk sheeted bed where I take a seat. Burying my head in my hands, I wonder what it’s going to take for me to get out of this.
IHOHKA
IDIOT!
My blood is boiling in my body.
Fohri’s wing of the house is on the other side of the mansion from mine. I chose this arrangement when I was younger – I did not need to overhear the success of each of my brother’s conquests as we got older.
Now though, it seems to take me forever to get to him. Every breath that I take hitches in my throat. My strides are long and unsteady. I know why I am angry. Although I do not understand it.
It is the thought of that woman, the human woman, who Fohri just dragged into the castle, what feels like mere moments ago.The thought of her, here, with Fohri, when she clearly does not want to be, is driving me insane.
I do not think I have ever been this livid at Fohri,I think to myself.
And the truth of it is, while I have been furious with my brother in the past, in this instance, I would like to kill him.
I’d kill him and not lose a wink of sleep. I pray to the Thirteen that I do not do anything I will regret. Or anything I won’t regret. Because the gods know that I could rip his head off if he so much as steps a toe out of line.
I know the human woman was dragged off to be bathed and dressed for Fohri. Bile rises in my throat as images of Fohri, forcing himself on the woman, appear in my mind.
Because that is what he’ll do. She does not look like the type to go meekly. But Fohri is stronger, faster, and knows how to inflict pain on the female body.
I slow down outside his rooms, and take several deep breaths before I enter his quarters. I tell myself several things to calm myself down.Remember, Kantor is in a precarious state. A rebellion is brewing. Don’t kill your brother, when you need him as the figurehead to this family. No matter how useless he is.
“He is a godsdamn waste of space,” I mutter to myself, before I throw the doors to his rooms open.
Fohri is standing, with his back to me. He is shirtless, and it is clear that he has just stepped out of the bath. His hair has been freshly washed and braided. The room is filled with the scents of his various perfumes.
I am reminded, as ever, of how vain my brother is. I do not mind men looking after themselves. But my brother is obsessed with looking perfect at all times.Probably because his appearance is the only capital he has.
“What are you doing?”
Well, that was a stupid question. You know that he is preparing to take the girl.
The human girl.
My hands ball into fists, and when I look at myself in the mirror on the far side of the room, I can see the vein throbbing in my neck. I do not understand it. I do not understand why the thought of Fohri with the human girl enrages me so much.
Maybe because this is the last straw. Maybe because he has stooped to the lowest level. Taking a human.
“What does it look like, dear brother?” Fohri’s voice is smooth and easy, and he speaks as though he does not have a care in the world.
“Are you really going to do this? Are you actually going to do this?” I do not need to clarify – Fohri knows perfectly well what I am talking about.
“Of course I am,” he turns to face me. There is an evil smirk on his face. “Did you not see the beauty of that little human thing? I have never wanted one as much as I want her.”
“Why are you doing this? What could a human woman possibly do for you?” I demand of him.
“She is pretty and her body is supple. Do I need more of a reason than that?” His smooth voice is so careless that I want to strike him across the face.
“You’re an idiot. Or you’re evil. Probably both. You are bringing this house into disrepute by your continued stupid decisions!” I roar the words, conscious that the entire mansion can probably hear me, but at this moment, I do not care.
