Because Morpheus is right. And I fuckingloathethe fact that he’s right.
I’ve handled this horribly. I know that. I own that. To an extent, anyway.
No, I own it completely. I have to.
It’s the only way to move on, tofixth?—
Electricity hums down my arms, the wards notifying me of a breach.
Morpheus must sense it as well because his spine stiffens and his eyes lock with mine.
“Please don’t,” Serapina whispers, the plea momentarily distracting me from the approaching danger. But before I can even look at her, a harsh ringing blasts through my skull.
The alarms.
Maliki appears in the next instant, a towel wrapped around his hips and his body covered in bruises. I gape at him, shocked by his beat-up physique.
But all he does is look between me and Morpheus, lockgazes with Serapina, and shadow to her side. “Don’t let them do this,” she begs him as he grabs her.
Then the pair of them vanish into smoke before he has a chance to respond.
“Find some pants,” I tell Morpheus.
He’s already misted out of the water, a pair of leathers seeming to materialize around his legs before he’s even finished appearing at my side. He adds a matching vest, as well as some armor along his damp arms, then he glances at me.
“You were followed,” he says, stating the obvious.
“I was followed,” I echo the words, irritated at my own carelessness.
He shrugs. “It’s fine. Someone put me in a fighting mood, so I could use a little bloodshed.”
I snort.
Then mist out to the beach and introduce my fist into an approaching Alpha’s jaw.
Oh, the Interrealm Fae affiliates are not going to be happy about this.
Mythos Fae in the Human Realm.
A place where mortals think they’re the strongest beings in existence and ignore the reality that lurks all around them.
Well. They’re about to become acquainted with some important truths.
Because those Gods from the ancient texts are very fucking real.
And we’re about to go to war over a woman.
Just like we did in the old myths…
Chapter 15
Maliki
A Few Minutes Earlier
“While I understandthe importance of your cloak, Fleur does not. So if you want her to stop attacking you, you’re going to have to lose the robe,” I tell Pip as he scurries across the bedroom with wide eyes. “Or take this game into the living area. I’m trying to get dressed.”
Which is a difficult feat considering the state of my body right now. I’m healing, butStyx, it hurts to move.
