Sloan looked away quickly.
"She's going to have children!” Ig exclaimed.
There was a small spark of thought in the back of my mind that wondered if those children were mine. If in some impossible future, we created a family together. I squashed it quickly because it was highly unlikely and focused on Ignacio.
"I'm not sitting around waiting to be slaughtered by her and the minor Gods. I say we tell Hunter and spare ourselves," Ig told us all.
Any other comment he may have had was cut off when Elva finally gave in to her aura. A rich purple knocked Ignacio out of his seat next to her and had him pinned against the floor. He wouldn’t fight her. Not when he loved her the way he did.
“Enough!” Elva demanded. “May I remind you she is our kin as well? Divinity runs through her as it does through me and as it did through Mallory. If you’re willing to see her put to death for something she cannot help, for who she is, then you aren’t the man I thought you were.”
Elva eased her aura from him, and Ig recovered quickly.
“He’ll have us all if he finds out we haven’t told him,” he mumbled.
Sloan sighed. “We’re trying to find a way around that.”
“Keep her hidden until we get back to Elysia?”
“That’s the plan,” I confirmed.
But even as I said it, I wondered how it’d be possible. I ached for her when she was miles away. How was I meant to go home and be without her? There had to be a way to break this. I needed my brother to present a solution.
“Sloan, where’s Erik?” I asked.
“Hunter requested to see him.”
“That’s not good.”
“Why?” Ig asked.
Sloan shook her head, and I shot out of my seat.
“Ignacio,” I said. “You tell no one about this.”
It took a moment, but he glanced at Elva and said, “You have my word as a God.”
That was all I needed before I left to join my brothers.
Gareth was going to lose the plot when he saw this. Hunter and Erik hadn’t been able to keep their calm and the entire living room had been transformed into a war zone. Furniture was tipped onto its side and books pulled from the shelves. Shattered glass scattered across the floor, and my brothers stood at opposite ends of the room.
“Hunter! Stop!” I called out.
The force at which Hunter hit Erik sent him flying into the wall, leaving a dent as he slumped down it. I pulled out my aura and waded in front of Erik.
“Move, Grayson!” Hunter demanded.
“No! What are you doing?”
“I’m sick and tired of the disrespect that’s shown from both of you!”
There was a ripple of blue before I was knocked off my feet, and I caught myself before I hit the ground.
“Disrespect is what you’ve earned from us both!” I told him.
Erik was still on the ground, bleeding from his injuries. I looked over my shoulder and said, “Go back home.”
Erik didn’t argue, but disappeared in wisps of red.
