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“Terra filled me in on the fact Altz has always had an interest in me,” Wren interrupted his internal crisis, “so I knew what we were getting into. I had time to think it over. If he’d wanted you instead, we obviously would have needed to come up with another plan. There was no way you would willingly bed him.”
“But you will?”
Wren shrugged. “Let’s just say I have my own reasons for it and leave it at that.”
“That’s not good enough, Shen. I need answers. We’re in this together.”
“Are we?” He snorted. “We both want to stop Isa, but that’s where our partnership ends.”
“And our friendship?” They’d been friends for so long, the idea of having to fight against Wren made Odin feel sick, but he kept his expression blank as he waited for a response.
“Solid as ever. That’s not going to change.”
“Then fill me in. Sleeping with the Emperor after knowing what he’s done—”
“It’s all a means to an end,” Wren cut him off with a sigh, rubbing at his temple. Suddenly, he appeared to be extremely tired.
“To what end?” Odin wasn’t an idiot, he understood he was trying to tell him there was more at stake here than simply defeating Isa, but what and why? “Since we’re friends, you know I’ll stand by you.”
“You’re the Head of the Snow family,” Wren reminded with a small smile that barely made it to his eyes. “Your goal is to rule over the Brumal.”
“You’ve never been interested in the position.”
“I’m not.”
“Then…?”
“I have my sights set on something else,” he said cryptically. “Don’t worry, Snow. I’m not after your crown. I’m gunning for a different one, and if I have to sleep with the Emperor to get close? So be it. Honestly, him wanting me only works in my favor.”
“What aren’t you telling me? Besides everything, that is?”
Wren stared at him for a moment, clearly considering whether or not he wanted to answer. Finally, he seemed to come to a decision just as the car pulled into the parking garage of Club Cherry.
“I’m going to kill the Emperor,” Wren told him once they’d come to a stop in front of the entrance, just before their driver came around to open the door for him. “Any objections?”
Odin thought it over. It would send the political side of things for a loop, and cause chaos for sure, but it wouldn’t overly affect him in the long run. Altz having murdered his sister was reason enough for Wren to want him dead, but Odin got the sense there was more to it than that.
He also acknowledged that this was as far as Wren was willing to divulge, at least for now, so he didn’t push him.
“Do what you want,” he shrugged almost nonchalantly. “Since when have I intervened in your affairs?”
Wren gave a nod and stepped out of the car, Odin following suit.
“You’re coming in?” he asked as the two of them made their way to the double doors leading to the first level of the club. Two Snow Brumal members bowed their heads low as they passed, but he paid them no mind, still caught up in the events of the day.
“There’s someone I have to see,” Wren said but didn’t elaborate.
“Since when have there been so many secrets between us?” Odin joked.
He snorted. “There’ve always been secrets between us.”
“Fair.”
“I’ll handle things on my end,” Wren said once they’d come to the front desk, just before the club sectioned off. There were people around, the club always packed, so he avoided specifics as he spoke. “The distraction should allow you the chance to deal with things on yours. But we’ll only get one shot at this, and I can’t promise to draw things out for too long.”
The way his expression morphed into one of disgust clued Odin into the fact that, despite the flirting back at the meeting, Wren wasn’t looking forward to tumbling into bed with Altz.
Whatever Wren had planned, he was serious about it.
