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Now where was I?
I looked around at the stone walls. It was older, filled with less machinery, no lighting other than the lanterns that sporadically lit up the waiting shadows.
“It’s all right, little warrior,” a strange voice cooed. One I’d never heard before. “Soon it will all be over.” I stepped forward into the flickering light of the cavern. The man’s eyes didn’t flicker toward me once.
“Who are you?” I asked.
He didn’t respond or acknowledge my presence at all. The man couldn’t see me.
In his arms, he held a baby, whose cries had tapered off at the sound of his voice. Was that me?
“I have so many plans for you, little warrior,” the man told me…baby me…shit that was confusing. “The world will be your oyster. We will rule it side by side.” He gently placed me down in the crib that had been set to one side. This didn’t look like a sacrifice. There were no markings on the floor or ritualistic items. No, it looked like a home.
“Now to fix this slight problem,” he murmured to himself. The man, who I now assumed to be my father, strode toward the bed that was hidden in the shadows. There was a body in it, and it wasn’t sleeping.
At least, it didn’t appear to be sleeping.
The air around us became charged with power. Sour milk again. He uttered a strain of Latin words beneath his breath, and moments later, my maybe-father’s body slumped to the floor. Dead weight.
“That’s better,” the body on the bed groaned as he stretched and yawned. “Moon God, that takes a lot out of me.”
Moon God?
Where had I heard that before?
I wasn’t able to get a good look at the man, but there was something about him that was eerily familiar, but I couldn’t place it. I knew I’d smelled it before. It wasn’t quite sour milk…
“What have you done?” A shrill cry rose up from the mouth of the cavern. Footsteps echoed on stone. A wail. I turned to find my mother kneeling with the head of my father in her lap. Except I was beginning to suspect that man wasn’t actually my father.
Well, maybe physically…but after what I’d just witnessed, I would say that the man who’d risen from the bed had…shit. I was gonna hurl.
“What did you do?”
His face was half-hidden in shadow, but I could see a tilt of a smile on his lips. “What I told you I would always do. Make you mine.”
“No…” Horror washed over my mother’s face. “That…you can’t…”
My uncle laughed. “I assure you I did. Picked up a few tricks on my travels. Body swapping being one of them. Only problem is that once you replace a soul, you displace that soul, and well…off it goes.”
“He was your best friend,” she wept. “I am your sister.”
He snorted. “Please.” He waved a hand dismissively. “We both know we aren’t related. Not that it would matter. It would have ended up the same.”
“Why? Why go to these lengths?”
His eyes cast over to my sleeping form in the crib.
“Because our daughter will be the most powerful queen the world has ever seen.”
“She isn’t your daughter,” my mother spat.
My uncle shrugged. “True, but your mate was my brother. My blood. And that is all that matters. The curse robbed me ofmy ability to procreate, but not yours, little omega. I always said I would make you my queen, and now the time has come.”
“I would rather die.”
“You would abandon your child?”
My mother sneered. “She isn’t my child. She is an abomination.”
