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I swallowed and tasted blood; I'd bitten the end of my tongue. "After everything he's done, everyone he's hurt, everyone he'sunmade,he just gets away with it? He gets unlimited power and world domination?No."
"You want revenge," Emlyn realised, soft with horror. "Haley, he'll kill you."
I sucked in a long breath, fighting the urge to argue. I'd fucked up so colossally in the past by not listening to my mates; I couldn't do it again. "It feels like deja vu, Em."
"I understand," Typhon said, as if I'd spoken to him. "May I sit?"
We all sort of froze. In the end, Wane had to nod and gesture for the dragon-armed man to take a seat in the remaining intact armchair. He sank into it with a groan, and I realised all at once that the silver marks on his chest were scars. Someone had tried to claw his heart out. Or had succeeded.
"You're thinking of Locke," Typhon murmured, looking from me to my mates. "I know the weight of a heinous father. The titan is mine."
"Cronus isyour father?"Harvey blurted, jerking forward a step in shock, shifted and completely naked.
I jumped in front of him, shielding his body with mine. "No looking," I warned Typhon, and I must have looked scary because he covered his eyes with two long dragons. Huh. Cool. I had power.
"Cronus is my father," the monster—actually, I felt mean calling him that now, so let's just call him Wane's friend—agreed. "He never claimed me as such, and he imprisoned me long ago so I couldn't shame him. He moved me to the basement of the Damned House so I could—so—"
"You don't have to tell us," Wane said softly, walking around me to stand beside his friend. A deep ache of sympathy filled our bond. "I know how bad it was."
"It's relevant, so I will finish," Typhon replied in the same soft tone.
"Come on," I breathed to my mates. "I think we need to sit for this."
I sank onto the remaining sofa, trying not to remember sitting exactly here when we first got here, interrogating Wynvail.
My throat burned.
I grabbed a cushion and thrust it at Harvey, whispering, "Cover your dick."
"Why? It's pretty."
I huffed. "Because I don't like people seeing what's mine."
He pouted, his silver eyes big and wide, swimming with sadness.
"Yes, it's pretty," I sighed, earning a smile. "It's still mine."
He covered himself, sitting tall and proud beside me.
Typhon's dragons lowered from his eyes, black scales rubbing the silver scars on his chest. "The titan needed monsters. Ways to push his offspring andtheiroffspring to their fullest potential." His dragons went tense, fangs bared and spitting fire. "He locked me up and made me father countless monsters. And then he sent them to be slaughtered in his trials. Fattening the offspring for him to devour."
A sick oily feeling went through my belly, and I swallowed hard. "I'm so sorry."
I hurt his children. I killed his babies.
I covered my mouth, bile rushing up my throat. If someone hurt my children, I'd explode every vein in their body in an instant, but Typhon just dipped his black head and said, "I hold no grudge against the offspring. They have no choice."
Em dwarfed my hand with his, warm and comforting, and a knot unwound from my chest.
"You said he's fattening up their power for him to devour," Em said to Typhon, his tone careful—the same way he spoke to us when we were mid-breakdown. "How does he plan to do that?"
"The usual way," Typhon replied.
Panic gripped my chest. I stared at Wane's friend, my heart loud in my ears. "He's really going to eat me. Just gobble me down like I'm a chipolata?"
"I don't know chipolata," Typhon replied with a furrow in his dark brow.
"It's a sausage," Harvey supplied helpfully.
