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And everything is what my brothers and I will give her.
Kor returns, wiping blood away from his chin, painting a very different picture than my sentiments.
I’m not sure if it’s the girl’s blood or if it’s another ruse. Uncertainty sours my stomach, but I try to hold on to the faith that my brother hasn’t crossed any lines.
Zane grins. “I do hope you saved some for Jasper.”
Royce seems to have had enough of our banter and claps his hands again. “Forget the fucking girl. Back tobusiness. When will the death stone resurface?”
I glance at Kor to answer. Politics are his jam, not mine.
“My best guess would be a few weeks,” he says with a shrug. He ventures to the bar and pours himself a drink. He wipes his thumb over the blood on his chin, then rims his glass with it. “Give or take.”
Royce frowns. “Then you have two weeks.”
Kor raises a brow as he slowly takes a sip before answering. “I can’t guarantee that. Like I said, I estimate a few weeks.”
“Give or take,” our father purrs. “You can do something to help it out, I’m sure, to guarantee you meet that timeline.”
“And if it doesn’t return by then?” I ask, sensing a threat.
Royce licks his fingers, then chants a few words under his breath. The air frosts and ice clings to the hairs on my skin. “Then I will send you to the death plane myself to retrieve it.”
A chill slips up my spine, and it’s not just from the temperature in the room.
This male can’t be older than twenty-five, but he has the power of a patriarch. I believe him when he says he will send us to the death plane.
Even with our hybrid magic, that’s not a trip we would survive—leaving Issy to fend for herself.
Not an option.
“Two weeks,” Kor agrees, likely coming to the same conclusion.
I stare at him. It’s a risk to not give ourselves any leeway. The plan is to wait for the rogue Outcast Coven witch named Amala to help us expose Daithi, but simply exposing him isn’t enough to protect our mate.
We still need to get her out. We still need to do more than prove her innocence—we need to prove she’s not a threat.
Which will be hard to do, given that sheisa threat. Her voice kills and it’s something she has no control over. I’ve seen it myself.
Royce flicks his fingers and the temperature warms again. “Very good. And in the meantime, you’d better hide that witch of yours well. If I find her, I’m going to take my sample as a patriarch in line for her power.” Kor opens his mouth, likely to protest, but Royce raises a hand. “I will deal with my cousin if he disapproves.” He grins. “You’re lucky I like games of cat and mouse. It’ll be so much more satisfying when I find her and see the look of terror on her pretty face.”
A growl rumbles in my chest, which only seems to amuse Royce. He barks a laugh as he walks out of the room. “Stay sharp, vessels.”
The elevator dings as my father takes another swig of his drink. He stays silent for ten seconds, and I realize he’s waiting for Royce to be out of earshot. “I thought that asshole was never going to leave.”
Kor gestures for me to take a seat, so I do.
Apparently, this circus isn’t over yet.
I’m still holding my blade and I decline a drink when Kor offers me one. He looks annoyed when he sets it on the table, but I don’t have to pretend like I’m on board with this.
That wouldn’t be believable anyway. My father knows how I feel about him.
Case in point, the bloody hand on the floor.
“We’re going to need more devices,” Kor says as he makes himself look comfortable leaning against the wall.
I know he’s anything but. When he touched me earlier, I sensed his unease. He might look confident, but he’s playing a dangerous game with our father.
