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But there was.
“Do you have anything that will be beneficial to us?”
He looked at me carefully before he sighed and looked deep in thought.
“You have something that Vile Nuisance wants back,” he announced as his eyes opened, revealing glimmering gold.
This was the reason why I specifically came to see McClair. He carried a strong Seer gift that went rather nicely with his fae magic. Extremely beneficial to have on our side of the darkness.
“We technically stole her right-hand man,” I announced while I took a quick peek at Willow. My vision was still working perfectly, especially with Willow’s hand back in mine. She was clearly focused on McClair, her concentration making me rather proud because she’d caught onto the fact this was very important.
“Well, he’s vital for whatever plan she sought to execute,” he noted and paused. “Who’s the fae child?”
“Huh?” Willow commented as she scrunched her face. “Milo’s ‘daughter’?”
That was the only fae child any of us knew of.
“Keep an eye on her. Be cautious of the timing in taking her home. Not too fast, not too slow,” he urged, which wasn’t something I expected would be brought up. “You have a lot of enemies in various places. Whatever plans you’re pursuing, execute them flawlessly. Many believe the power you carry is all in your head because you’ve been rather stagnant since your announced partnership.”
He paused as his dazed eyes moved to lay their intensity on Willow. They narrowed in assessment while his wise words left his parted lips.
“Those in high places don’t believe you’re a threat,” he emphasized and pouted his lips. “A shame. Your potential screams and yearns to be acknowledged by those who should be on your side of victory, but enviousness dances like burning flames and the place of your temporary roots continues to mock you as if you’re still an outcast.”
“De Luca Pack,”my wolf said, giving me some insight. I couldn’t agree more with his assumption.
Willow’s face was blank but I didn’t need to stare at her expression to feel her hidden rage over the news. I was sure during her time under Roberto’s reign, her whole life felt like a shadow in her own pack. They were most likely mocking her or assuming she sold her body to manage to keep us in her orbit.
“Your time is here. Do not worry about the details. Go with the flow of the universe. Your Goddess who blessed you with immense power supports your domination. It’s exactly why you’ve united seven endangered species. Your Master in the realms of the High Court will only further strengthen your reign. Be optimistic when it comes to your training. Work harder. Play smart. Do the unexpected. Leave those who underestimate you begging for your mercy,” he encouraged.
Willow nodded in understanding, but it seemed he had more.
“Pills. Medicine. A witch? Witches…hah.” He paused to actually laugh as he shook his head before tilting it to one side. “Your heart is big, Forbidden Queen.”
I was surprised with his usage of one of Willow’s many titles, but he moved right along though he looked a bit pitiful with the news he was about to deliver.
“You can’t save everyone.” His voice was so soft and held a hint of brokenness, as if he truly felt sad for her. “It’s not your duty to save those who are caught in the crossfire. It’s your duty to ensure that those you cherish survive the war. At the end of the day, which is more important? Those who will ditch you for power? Or a pack that will be loyal to you no matter what?”
“A loyal pack,” Willow answered, and I knew she understood why he was emphasizing this point in the conversation.
“To rule, one must dominate. To rise, one must ensure others fall. A revolution cannot occur without change. You are the heir who will deliver that change to our tainted world.” He broke it down for her to understand and smiled. “Your confidence will grow. As will your pack. Your lovers are set, and with every king, there will be alliances that will create mini packs within your domain. Like a coven with many little sanctions, you will sit on a throne that is above seven others. Those thrones will have their own packs of power, and you will create a new hierarchy that others around the world will follow. Know that you will be the destined change we need in our supernatural society, but also understand that with change comes sacrifice.”
He seemed to be satisfied with that as his eyes dimmed and he came back to himself.
“Looks like you’re spiritually guided. Guess that’s a good thing,” he concluded. “Is that enough information for you?” The question was directed to me, and I slowly nodded.
“Plentiful,” I assured him. “I have an art event happening soon. I’ll ensure you get an invite.”
“That would be lovely.” He beamed. “You know I enjoy the emotion you embed into your paintings. Maybe this incident can spark new creativity once you’ve caught your mouse.”
“Maybe it will,” I agreed. “We’ll be taking our leave.”
“You’re more than welcome to come again to this or any club in my district. You know that’s a good chunk of clubs in NYC,” he reminded as if I’d forgotten. “If you ever need a good time…”
An invitation. I hate invitations.
"I’ll let Saint know,” I announced and noticed the way he shivered involuntarily at the name alone. “You know he’s a party boy.”
“Partying at night on Saturdays, singing hymns on Sunday,” McClair muttered. “The offer is valid to him, you, or anyone else in your Forbidden Pack. As long as I don’t get pulled into your Vatican bullshit.” He finished the last bit of his whisky. “Or get my soul eaten.”
