Titus looks at his hand. “I can’t control it.”
“That makes your circumstance as fragile as glass; press too hard and it shatters; expose it to heat and it melts; thrust it in ice and it cracks. You need to choose wisely what you will do, Titus.”
Pop!
The time bubble bursts open. I keep my eyes on Titus, but from the corner of my eye, I watch Sable. She charges toward me, arrow in hand. She leaps into my bed like the beast she is,landing on top of me, swinging her hand back and thrusting the arrow down toward my heart.
Right before the tip can pierce my skin, she is lifted off of me. Titus’s body blurs my view. His mighty hand plucks the arrow from hers.
Snap!He tosses it down.
“She’s the queen,” he roars. He positions himself between Sable and me.
A dangerous place to be.
His brown eyes bounce between us. His thoughts show confusion. I watch with bated breath as he weighs his options.
Then, oh no, Titus’s eyes harden. His jaw clenches with a decision.
His swallow shows his worry as he begins to turn and look at Sable.
Chapter
Twelve
Titus
The passion in Selene’s eyes heats my cheeks, but her fury crumbles. It turns into an anxiety so bottomless it leaps into my eyes, tangling my thoughts.I scratch and tug at my roots.
Get out!
My nails dig deep; her dread slithers deeper. Coiling around my bones, capturing my muscles, inching into all the crevasses.
Being used. That’s how Selene described what Sable would do to me.
And her point? It was a good one. Yes, Selene wants to kill me, but I can justify her reasons. I’d hunt down the person who killed my brother.
Sable, on the other hand, is the wild card. What are her intentions besides pushing the arrow meant for me into Selene’s heart?
Fucking insane! That’s what they all are.
I look at Sable, who’s clueless. I could tell her. It would shift my odds.
For better or worse, I have no idea.
I turn, acknowledging Sable’s murderous glare. The fear Selene thrust into my soul takes root because, in Sable’s eyes, there is no passion.
There’s nothing. It’s like looking into uncharted waters in the middle of the night; even if the waves are churning with murderous intensity, I can’t see them. It’s all hidden under her dark intentions.
I force a swallow down, nearly choking on it.
There’s too much at risk, not just my life and Everett’s magic, but my family.
I know Selene cared about her brother. Does Sable care?
The only way to know what’s in the murky, dark waters is to go fishing and see what I find.
“Everett thanked me when I killed him.” Saying the lie hurts. “He was tired of putting up with the two of you. I understand now.” I step to the back, watching the twins. Selene is shocked, enraged by my words, but there’s a tear in her eyes.
