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“No, but I think any decent father would want to save his relationship with his son.” I’m going too far, but he reminds me of my parents, and I wish I could tell them how horrible they are, but the king makes a fine substitute.
The laugh that pours through the library is heartless and cold. “And that’s where my son and I will always agree. I’m not adecent fatheras you put it. I’m a king and I do what needs to be done to protect my kingdom.”
“Like killing some goats and then refusing to take responsibility?” The question slips out before I can clamp my lips shut.
“So he’s told you about that. Did he also tell you about the plan to eviscerate the vampires once and for all?” Malice paints across his features, so vicious I know without a doubt eliminating the vampires is on the table. But Orcus would never.
I shake my head. “He wouldn’t agree to that.”
The king’s loud, condescending chuckle fills the library. “It was his idea, but your naivety is adorable.” He pushes away from the wall and books tumble off the shelves.
Scurrying to avoid them, I scowl at his back.
He glances over his shoulder. “Oh, and Delilah? He better be at the front of that battle line or I’ll find a way to make him… and you and I both know how I’ll do that.”
By using me as leverage.
Bastard.
“My name is Daisy.”
“Does it matter? Oh, tell your little witch friend I said I’ll see her soon.” The ground shakes with the king’s retreat. Even though he was the first to leave, I think I lost that verbal match. Everything he said races through my mind. I’m certain he wanted to start some type of fight between me and Orcus.
I’m a little concerned about why Orcus didn’t tell me, but I trust that he had his reasons. I’m also determined to figure out what the plan is. He can’t agree to mass slaughter. Maybe he’ll change his mind if we talk about it.
I pick up the books that fell and pile them on a table. Only a monster would walk away from the books without checking for damage.
“Daisy?” Zyla calls from the front of the library.
“Back here.” I set a thick tome at the top of the stack. Fifteen books fell. Three had damaged spines. The rest are dented.
“What happened?” she asks as she rounds a bookshelf.
Prometheus flies over and crashes into me. I tumble to the rug covered floor with an oomph and it follows me down, licking the side of my face with a hot sandpaper tongue. The baby dragon is a little bigger than a Great Dane now. So much about the dragon has changed, but its pretty blue scales and golden eyes are as beautiful as ever.
“You’re going to hurt Daisy,” Zyla scolds.
Hurt?
“No, I’m okay, but I think it’s time to stop tackling me.”
Sorry.
“It’s okay, little one.” I scratch under the dragon’s chin and then gesture for Prometheus to get off.
The dragon shifts to the side. I push up from the floor and Prometheus uses its head to help me up. Shooting the dragon a grateful smile, I smooth my top—a simple violet tunic made of the finest fabric.
“The spell alerted me that you might be in danger.” Zyla searches my face. Her blonde hair falls around her face in soft waves.
“The king found me.”
She squints at me. “And?”
“He pretty much told me I’m expected to give Orcus’ babies and that he’s not above using me to make Orcus do things. He also said he’d see you soon.”
Her features darken and magic flares at her fingertips. “Did he try to hurt you?”
“No, no.” I eye the sparks of golden magic. “Everything is fine, you can put that away.”
