Cain and Safira make me feel odd.I don’t think they realize they do, but they do. Cain is in an all black ensemble and I can't help but stare at his boots. They’re a smaller replica of the ones Lyros wore last night. Black and lined with fur at the edges. His legs look powerful in them.And for the third time today I find myself at odds with what I want. I said I wanted us to talk, but he’s talking to Safira right now and there’s no indication that he’s willing to talk to me.I think he’s as nervous as I am when it comes to talking, and that provides me some reprieve at least.I am not the most powerful when it comes to brute force, though I might have bitten off more than I could chew the last time I attacked Rhys, but Cain has made me sharpen my intuition. It is ten times better than what he originally met, and it allows me to see there’s something in the way Cain talks to Safira that is lacking in the way he talks to me.That kiss between us happened. I know it did.That sligh
I don’t tell Cain what’s bothering me. I feel content as I am and though I feel I will regret this in the near future, I still want to enjoy the here and now. Cain doesn’t say anything to probe why I've been acting weird and I make a mental note to act weird later too. We’re staying here for two months at most, or rather that is the deadline I have to find the Chalice. If I act weird a few more times then maybe we can have walks like this again. The realization that I'm on this mission for the symbolism of my race still hurts, but that doesn’t stop me from deciding that I will get stronger. I don’t care if Lyros just wants me to be a symbol of his victory. He promised to make me a weapon, and I will be a weapon. An arrow that flies with purpose and precision, finding its mark and clearing all in its way. “We’re approaching the end of the flower fields Adelaide.” Cain’s voice is husky and soft, and I do the one thing that has been on my mind since last night. I grab his shirt,
“You said the stem looked like diamonds?”I nod at Safira and she lets out a huff of breath before leaning back and relaxing on the couch she’s seated in.Cain is still drawing and I watch as he tilts his head to the side and peers intently at the sheet of brown paper on the table. He’s shown me the image a few times and I've corrected it as need be but for some reason, he wants to get it right.Perfectly right.Rhys comes back with a platter of tea and cookies, or something that looks like cookies.“Do they have pastries in this…” I gesture vaguely “Place?”Safira frowns looking confused but Rhys scoffs.“If you’re curious about that then go to the markets. Ask for money from Lyros, he should be paying you enough for your services.”I want to ignore those words since this is the first time he's said something nasty to me today. I struggle with the urge to lash out and Rhys watches me. I restrain myself just for the satisfaction of seeing him disappointed.I do something risky.“Cain
We start at the library.I suggest that we take the gossip route first, people tend to know a lot about things they aren’t supposed to in castles, at least according to the books I’ve read but Cain simply shakes his head.“Asking questions will get you in the dungeons faster than you can blink.”Safira chuckles and I realize she agrees with him. When I look at her she nods and there’s a sad light in her eyes.“Even the wind has ears. Stories have come out of this palace that would make your gut clench and your intestines roil. Stay alert at all times, and for your sake, calculate every move you make.”A chill races down my spine and I glare at both of them as they chuckle and look away.My eyes search for the forest green leather-bound book the Royal librarian suggested we get and I let my mind wander elsewhere.Cain and Safira don’t say things because they want to, they say it because they have to. So far their words have been credible enough, except for the part where they said I wo
“Where are they right now?”My hands clench into fists as I ask and I look away so I don’t betray the anger in my eyes.Rafie chuckles and walks over to a seat before settling into it.“Is the idea of your wife being with Cain that angering?”“Don’t…. Call her that.”My fists tighten even more and I look out the window. There’s no need for me to feel angry, yet I do and it kills me inside.“Are they on castle grounds?” Rafie shakes his head briefly and gestures to the window.“A guard reported them leaving the castle after the sixth bell of noon. They’ve probably been out for half an hour by now.”The words rub salt into my wounds so I ignore them and focus on what’s at hand first.Rafie misses the bigger picture in thinking I care that Cain is out with the werewolf girl. I don’t.I don’t care about him or the omega.She’s a werewolf, and I hate werewolves. Horny, lowly, degenerates. All of them. A pang of pain runs through my heart and frustration roils in my stomach because I can'
We’re walking through the streets of the capital and magic beats in my head like a drum. It splits my brain and oozes out of my ears but I blink and it’s gone again. Adelaide is at my side and people stare at us as we walk past. The Capital boasts many sounds and sights, but the two ladies I have smuggled out of the castle ignore it all, both of them chattering away oblivious to the fact that I'm walking with the gait of a man with two left feet and blinking more than normal. Queen Tria of Raleigh snickers and Adelaide lets out a scream so shrill you’d think she was hurt. My eyes snap to her but the excitement on her face can’t be mistaken for anything other than excitement. “No way did he just do that.” Tria has a book open in her hands and Adelaide is practically joined to her at the hip. I thought this trip would be awkward, but it isn’t and they seem to be getting on well. Seven things baffle me about this trip but the one most baffling is why I don't feel okay. Did I take
I stare at Cain all the way back to the castle but he refuses to meet my gaze. Guards surround us now and the ash-haired male walks at the head of the group.My eyes catch on the tattoo that winds out of his sleeve and onto his knuckles but they drift to Cain not long after.Why did I feel something stirring in me when I looked at him in that frozen state?My brows crease into a frown and I try to catch his eyes again. If this is something dangerous then we can work through it together.I feel like he’s pushing me away again, and the thought hurts me as much as it angers me.Cain turns to look at me and slows down so I can catch up.My heart soars.We walk side by side for a few moments, each one of us content with that but my question still rings in my head so I ask anyway.“What’s a power lull?”Cain sighs.He sighs and the look on his face becomes stormy before clearing up not a moment later. He turns to me and cocks an eyebrow.“Have you ever wondered why they’re called Kings?”I
Landon reduces the glow around him and I half expect him to lift off the ground. His veins look like they have liquid light pouring through them, but his face… I take a look at his glowing male face and notice the aura of utmost concentration radiating off him... He stares at a spot, his eyes looking focused. The question comes out of my mouth tentatively and I turn to Cain. “Is he in pain?” Cain shakes his head. “He has to be focused enough to draw the power out of him, but that’s not where I'm headed to. Landon is at his full power now. Do you know who he is?” I certainly don't, so I answer with a glare. Cain walks forward and taps the other male on the shoulder. The light dies all at once and Landon stumbles, breathing hard as he catches his breath. Cain turns to me and I almost see a glow in his eyes. “Landon is a Lycan Prince. He has the blood of a King in his veins, yet the power he wields isn’t even up to a fraction of what Rafie wields. At most, if any lightworker tri