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“Vow to not seek outmy soulbound, and if by some wretched twist of fate - if you should ever cross paths with her - that you will not entertainanyform of relations with her.Then, you will drink from The River Oblivion?—
“But if I vow?—
“Shut. Up.You thorn in my fucking tit.”
She heaved a dramatic sigh.
“And Iwon’tkill you afterwards and force you to reincarnate. It will only be a matter of time before you begin to remember her. ”
I nearly laughed.
“Do you think me naive? You’ll likely leave me stranded in the desert or put me in a dungeon to rot. And I’ll have nothingbutmy memories of her to keep me company.”
Keres frowned as if that wasexactlywhat she had planned.
“Fine.After you drink, I’ll be sure to place you somewherepleasantwith a very large purse of gold?—
“And Charon.”
My sword was nearly as old as I was and had protected me through countless wars.
She rolled her eyes.
“AndCharon. Completely free from threat or harm. You’ll be free to do as you please and in a splendid place to seek out every pleasure Bellorum has to offer. Happy?”
No. I was not fucking happy.
Everything within me urged me to tear her head from her body and dance on her foul fucking corpse.
But that would leave me imprisoned in my own realm for, potentially, eternity, and my daughter, surrounded by enemies in Bellorum.
I took a deep breath, biting back my heartbreak. The evidence of my pain would only bring this wretched creature joy.
I folded my arms across my chest, feigning a nonchalance I didn’t even remotely feel, as I drummed my index and middle fingers on my chin.
“Hmmm… Not quite… What else…”
Keres’ jaw tightened.
“What else?How about I change my mind and fuckingdrownyou in The River Oblivion, and then there’s no bargain!”
My lips quirked at her threat.
“Oh, my darling sister… I do so wish you would try.”
It wasn’t that shecouldn’tbeat me… But it was aconsiderablerisk for her to even try.
She groaned loudly.
“Make your demands, brother. I’mquitebored of you.”
Chapter
Sixty-Four
NAKOA
Ahollow ache, like my heart had been carved out of my chest, woke me. Every bone in my body ached like I’d fallen from a great height and landed head-first on stone. Like my skull had been split in half. Still crawling out of the dregs of a deep sleep, that perceived hole in my chest had my hand fisting the shirt covering it as memories returned to me from the…How long had I been unconscious?
