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She had no other choice but to hold on to Castian when he whisked them away.
Oye wrapped her arms around his waist as he traveled through the shadows, and they stepped out into their room. She quickly put space between them, only for him to close it again with two steps.
She retreated once more, but he moved to close the space between them again. She lifted her hand, stopping him from coming closer. “Stop, don’t come any closer.”
The almost excited look on his face dimmed, as well as the smile that curved his lips. “I want to know where you were and what you were doing in that secret room.”
Once again he’d gone off and done something leaving her in the dark. She couldn’t stand it. Did he think she was too weak to keep up with him?
Irritated with her train of thought she pressed a thin piece of metal on his shoulder earlier, when they’d been kissing. She didn’t feel guilty for ensuring she knew where he was at all times. When she’d seen he’d disappeared from her radar she’d immediately followed the trail. To find him stepping out of what appeared to be a secret room.
Now, he seemed a bit too eager to continue what they’d started earlier. Even though he’d been the one to stop them, citing their being together impossible.
“I know you don’t owe me the truth, but dammit Castian you can’t keep leaving me in the dark. Especially when at any time our enemies could notice us and attack. I won’t even know where to look for your body because you won’t tell me anything.”
He didn’t say a word, letting the silence grow between them. Oye couldn’t help feeling foolish for having worried about him. This was why she was better at working alone; she was coming to care too much about the annoying male in front of her. The frustrating thing was that she alone seemed interested in learning more. Castian acted like he could care less.
“You know what, forget it.” She snapped, done asking. “I can’t keep doing this. I already said we should stick to acting solo, so let’s do that.”
She went to walk past him. He grabbed her wrist; she turned to face him. “What? Do you now have something to say?”
He had completely lost his excited expression from earlier, and his appearance wavered. “I wasn’t in danger," he said softly.
She turned around to face him. “And how do you know that? We don’t know what these people are capable of. You can’t be thinking that they're easy to deal with just because you’re a Jackal, right?”
“No,” He lifted his eyes to her face, his entire appearance changing to blonde hair and blue eyes. For a long second she thought he’d turned into Torick, but that wasn’t right as his face still looked like his. “I’m saying that the people here are not a threat to me because I am one of them.”
Her brow creased, “I know you’re a warlock.”
“I am, but I am also a Napier.”
Oye wasn’t sure she’d heard him clearly, “You’re who?”
He swallowed, gathering his courage. “I am the eldest son of this family, Lancelot Castian Napier. They are not a threat to me on my own home ground, and they never will be.”
Oye had never understood women who fainted, or women who had weak dispositions enough to fall to their knees. But at this very moment, she wished she was the type to faint. Castian wasn’t just some pervert mad warlock, who’d been dragged into the human world by the command of Tiller.
He’d meant to come here.
She tried to remember everything she’d heard about the eldest son. The public thought he’d died in an accident, but the truth was he’d died in prison. Why had he been imprisoned? How had the heir of such an affluent family disappeared like he’d never existed?
Trying to keep her faculties together, she licked her bottom lip. “They said you died.”
“I had Tiller have my existence wiped out. It was better for everyone to think I died.”
She inhaled. “They also said you went mad and committed a deadly sin.”
“I was set up.”
She finally looked at him. “So, you’re the heir. So what? What does that mean to me? I was sent here to capture Asher and your real identity doesn’t change that," she said, pulling her hand from his.
He let her go and took a step towards her his blue eyes bright with excitement. “But it does change things. I now have full control of my magic. I am no longer being driven to madness by Ashiya.”
Oye wasn’t sure who Ashiya was, but he didn’t notice her obvious expression of confusion.
“With my identity restored, I can finally make him pay for what he did to me. I didn’t think he’d be so sure of himself, but it seems like Tillons usual arrogance hasn’t changed. When I broke into the underground I found the bodies he’d been trading—”
“Wait.”
