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And I would’ve given everything to experience that myself.
Now, I had the opportunity for both.
The intense relationship with my mate, and the magic.
I still didn’t want the magic, but I’d deal with it happily for the woman fate had chosen for me.
Crest didn’t say another word, and I decided I’d waited too long.
A hand-sized stream of my magic slid up his neck, wrapping around his throat.
He choked at the lack of air, and tried to grab at the magic holding him, but failed since his hands were still trapped at his sides.
His own power lashed out, trying to fight the intensity of mine, but losing.
Though a part of me had expected a much bigger, more dramatic death for my brother, I let my magic cut through his throat, and then his heart. It was a fast, painless death. That was a mercy, too, because anyone else who fucked with the Aboa would die slowly and painfully.
But I refused to torture him, to be any more like him than I already was.
I released Crest, letting his body collapse to the ground. Locha’s heart stopped the same moment his did. A glance at her showed she was still standing tall, cold, and proud, even in her death.
Quake lowered her body to the hard stone floors of the house and waited for my instructions.
“We’ll take them back to my beach and send them out to sea,” I told him, forming the words beneath the stone again.
Quake agreed, and I transported us and the bodies to a part of my beach that wasn’t occupied by the mourning party. It was near the academy, and therefore, mostly empty.
In the blink of an eye, I created two of the water rafts my people used to send our lost family out to sea. A few of my fae noticed us, and jogged over.
They were solemn when they saw the bodies of my brother and his mate.
“I’ll hold the rafts and watch over them while you retrieve your mate,” Pova said, bowing her head toward me. She was one of our teachers, and appeared to be walking outside with a few others during her lunch break. “We’ll send word to the rest of the city, too, in case anyone wishes to mourn.”
No one would mourn my brother.
The relief when I’d returned had been far, far too palpable for that. Even before I was lost to my magic, he and Locha had never made an effort to befriend anyone.
She, on the other hand, had family.
They were one of the power-hungry families that would do anything for social standing. It only made people despise them, but they were blind to it. The family themselves would certainly mourn, though, and likely be angry while they did.
They wouldn’t dare threaten Ayla as long as I was around, though, so they could be as angry as they wanted. If they became any sort of a threat, I would deal with them.
I signed, “Thank you,” and bowed my head back slightly, before transporting Quake and myself back to his castle.
Chapter17
Ayla
We gorgedourselves on so many baked goods that I legitimately thought I might be sick as we walked back toward Margo’s castle.
The fae version of croissants were absolutely heavenly. And insanely addictive, too. They had some with chocolate in them, some with different types of fruit jam in them, some loaded with this unbelievable frosting…
Damn, I could survive on the memories of them alone.
There was a constant worry in the back of my mind that Zoran would get hurt or something. But considering how strong the kings were, I knew that wasn’t even in the realm of possibilities.
I still worried, though.
