“Don’t know fuck all about anything,” I repeat, pointing a finger at myself and repeatedly jabbing it down above my head.
“By the moon, this sucks,” Ryker states, shaking his head with frustration.
“Tell me about it, bro. Story of my damn life,” I agree.
“These fuckers have all the answers,” Enoch points out, toeing the leg of a guard.
“Yep, and I doubt after all of this they’ll be in a hurry to share any of them with us. Not that they seemed like a helpful bunch before that,” I add.
A groan fills the room, and we all freeze. I scan the unconscious bodies, looking for one that looks less unconscious.
“Shit, looks like girlfriend is waking up,” Torrez points out, and I follow his outstretched arm to find Suryn the surly Sentinel trying to sit up.
Well, this should be fucking fun.
13
We all watch her slowly come to, not sure what the fuck else we’re supposed to do. Enoch looks pained, watching her struggle to sit up. Suryn slowly blinks her eyes open, and her confused gaze lands on me. I give her my bestif you don’t kill me, we can be friendssmile and throw in a little wave to drive the point home. She seems out of it for a couple beats, and then I watch as what happened registers in her gaze and she scrambles to her feet.
“What the hell did you do?” she demands. She looks frantically around the room and cries out when she finds The Quorum passed out in their thrones.
A katana appears in her hands again, and she charges toward the thrones. I’m surprised when she doesn’t go straight for the Sovereign, but instead dives to check on Sauriel. We all watch relief flood her pained features when she realizes for herself that he’s still alive, and for a moment, I feel bad. Suryn points her katana at me and glares.
“I’ll gut you for this,” she growls at me between clenched teeth.
And just like that, my sympathy evaporates. “He’s asleep, not dead, calm the fuck down. I could have slit everyone’s throats while you were out if I’d wanted to. Fuck it, I still could. But I’m not here to hurt anyone. Keep your threats to yourself unless you want me to start making some of my own.”
Valen leans over to me. “Ix-nay on the slit everyone’s throats-ay,” he tells me, using the worst pig Latin ever.
I give him a look that sayswhat? I could have. He smiles and shakes his head.
“Might want to lead with more of an apology when the others wake up,” he teases me.
“You think the leaders of the strongest magical race in existence are going to thank you for not slitting their throats after you attacked them?” Suryn asks incredulously, pulling my attention back to her.
A couple more moans fill the room. One is coming from Sauriel and the other from the ebony skinned royal with the freaky eyes.
“Well, I guess we’re about to find out,” Torrez observes.
I cringe, wound tight as fuck with tension.
I start chanting a positive mantra to myself ofplease don’t execute usas I watch the Quorum males come too.
“Dad, are you okay?” Suryn asks Sauriel, and my mouth flies open in shock.
“Damn, my money was on lover, not father,” Siah quips, and Bastien grunts in agreement and fist bumps him.
“What happened?” Sauriel croaks out, sitting up straighter.
“You were attacked,” Suryn accuses, and they both look over at me.
I plaster that sameI didn’t kill you, so let’s be coolsmile on my face and once again wave, because apparently I can’t fucking help myself.
Like daughter like father, he glares at me.
“Now before you go and decree something you’ll regret, like ‘Off with their heads,’ allow me to explain,” I tell him.
Sauriel doesn’t say anything, and I’m not sure if this meansyes, please explainor maybe he’s imagining all the ways to make us suffer for my insolence. I jerk in surprise when the creepy eyed male rasps, “Go on.” I totally forgot he was waking up too after the whole father bomb was dropped.
