“No.” He lifted his chin. “But if you so much as lift a hand against her, you’ll have Nyktos to contend with. As well as Nektas.”
I remembered what he’d said about Seraphena and Nyktos being family. “And you?”
He held my stare. “You can count on it.”
“And?”
Reaver stared, then chuckled under his breath. “Well, it appears we’re on the same page then.” He inclined his head. “I’ll go find your wolf.”
I didn’t stop him when he turned. I waited until he had crossed the Solar and then entered.
They’ll come for her.
My hand fisted at my side as I stared at the large, oval table. They. Aydun had been talking about Seraphena and Nyktos. And the other reigning Primals.
And if they did?
The Ancients Aydun had warned about—those who slumbered in this realm and Iliseeum—would be the very least of their problems. Not even Kolis would be a threat they needed to be concerned about.
Iwould be their problem.
CHAPTER 34
CASTEEL
When I entered the chamber, Poppy was still on the bed, staring at her hands. I wasn’t even sure she was aware of my return.
My heart pounded faster than it should, mirroring hers, and had been since Reaver showed. I quickly crossed the floor. “Poppy?”
She jerked a little and lifted her head. Her eyes were wide, the blotches of color swirling.
I sat beside her and asked a question she was probably getting tired of hearing. “Are you okay?”
She inhaled deeply, her chin lowering.
The lack of verbal response only increased my worry. She looked so damn lost.
Dipping my head, I put the tips of my fingers under her chin and lifted her gaze to mine. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”
She looked up at me then, her lips curving upward at the endearment.
The sides of my face felt oddly hot. “What’s going on?”
Poppy tilted her head and pressed her cheek into my touch. I fucking loved that. Thick lashes lowered as she took another deep breath. “I didn’t even think to ask them—the Arae.”
“What do you think you should’ve asked them?”
“I could’ve asked them about her. Like what she thought of me. Millicent. Everything.” She paused. “I doubt they would’ve answered, but…I’m trying not to panic.”
“About what?” I slid my thumb along her cheekbone.
“Her,” she said. “She’s the true Primal of Life. The Queen.”
I relaxed. A little. “You’re a Primal, Poppy. And a Queen—”
“She’stheQueen. The Queen of the Gods and Common Man,” she argued.
Locking away my concerns regarding Seraphena, I smoothed some shorter strands of her hair behind her ear. “And she’s your grandmother. You’re her flesh and blood.”
