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"Lead the way, asshole," I spat at Wynvail, ignoring the way his cruel silver gaze lingered on my face.
He was a fucking liar, and a clever one. He'd tricked me into accepting he was my mate with the truth—that I was mated to two Locke siblings. I always had been, but one had never been him. It was Harvey and Wane from the very beginning. If he tricked me with that, everything else he said was a lie, too.
The in-denial part of my head said he could be lying about Cronus, Rhea, and the whole titans being back from the dead thing. He'd say anything if it suited him.
The smirk that bloomed on his sculpted face was nasty and slow. "You have vomit in your hair, honey."
"Kai, punch him in the kidney," I hissed without breaking eye contact with Wynvail.
Kai, the love of my goddamn life, didn't hesitate for one moment. He feinted to the left, and when Wynvail moved to defend that side, slammed his fist into Wynvail's kidney. Hard.
"Feral bastard!" Wynvail snarled, the true monster peeking through the cracks in his cultured veneer. "You're dead. I should have put you down when I had you locked in the tunnels—"
He was so focused on Kai, he didn't see my fist coming. I shouldn't have been able to hurt him as his mate, but I was just fucked up enough right now to slam my fist into his jaw. Pain exploded through my knuckles but it was worth it for the second flare of pain I felt in his soul.
"Again," he ground out, taking several steps away. "I just rescued you. You could try being a little grateful."
"Just take us to this fucking safe house," I demanded.
"That's what I was trying to do," Wynvail muttered, pressing a hand to his side as he resumed walking, storming ahead with murder written in every line of his body. He was still bleeding where I threw my knife at his shoulder.
He was lucky he was useful, and had dealt with this titan who had Wane. Otherwise, I'd have left him to rot somewhere.
2
Of course Wynvail had an expensive town house with three storeys and a fucking rooftop terrace. Of course he did. Privileged bastard.
I focused on my hatred of him to block out my panic for Wane—unreachable in the bond—and my grief and horror over Adhiti's death. I killed her. Even if she forced my hand, even if she wanted to be free,I killed her.Her blood still stained my skin, buried under my fingernails, and every time I looked at my hands, I saw her face, heard the relief and suffering in her voice.
Make him suffer. Make him regret every heinous act he ever committed.
"Sit wherever you want," Wynvail bit out as he led us past the bottom floor and into a wide, front-facing living room. A tall bay window let in light, flooding the quirky furniture. There was a pink rug, an orange three-seater sofa, two turquoise chairs patterned with polka dots, and tiger-print curtains that hung to the floor. Not the decor I would have expected from Wynvail; this was more to my taste.
"Did this place come furnished, or…?" I asked, giving him a strange look.
"No," he replied, frowning when Kai dumped his wet backpack on the rug. "And each piece took time and care to pick out, so I'dappreciate,"he bit out at Malakai, "if you didn't ruin it with stinking cave water."
Without waiting for a reply, he stalked to the rug, grabbed the backpack, and relocated it to a place on the marble fireplace. And then without a backwards glance, he strode out the door.
"Where are you going?" Harvey demanded, settling Emlyn on the bright orange sofa and glaring at his brother. The brother he hadn't even known existed until Wynvail locked him in the tunnels under Alphaven.
What game was Cassander Locke playing, to keep one son separate?
"Kitchen," Wynvail replied in the same tone.
Kai laughed, a sudden explosion of sound. "So you can warn your boss we're here? I don't fucking think so."
Kai stalked after Wynvail, producing a knife from somewhere. I followed, drawing one of my long, wavy daggers and relieved to see no damage from being submerged twice. Or was it three times? Being drowned will make a girl lose count.
"Imbecile," Wynvail growled under his breath, his shoulders tight as we stalked him down the hallway and into an adjacent kitchen. It was … lovely. Bright and clean in shades of white and grey, but with accents of soft pastels in the appliances and a matching set of tea and coffee canisters.
"Why would I risk my ass to get you out of the Wailing Caves only to sell you out now?" he muttered, seemingly to himself. "You have no idea how much shit I'm in for assisting someone whokilled Cronus's fucking wife!"
By the end he was shouting, his shirtless back rising and falling fast as his breathing escalated. I watched his reaction flatly, not believing a single word of it.
Kai slow-clapped the performance.
Wynvail spun, nostrils flaring and teeth bared. His expression was brittle, his movements jagged. Light gathered in the bastard's hand, and I knew his move before his arm even twitched. With a snarl, I stepped in front of Kai just as Wynvail released the beam of light. My ears hurt when they both shouted at once.
