Dorian bared his teeth at his twin’s antics.
I gurgled in my throat then sputtered, “W-Where did you get the rope?”
“My bag,” Bel stated simply. He held down a hand to his brother. “I’d like it back, too.”
“I have something else for you first.” Dorian marched to the far horse, digging in a satchel, while his furious mate clambered to his feet. He pulled something out and tossed it through the air—right at his brother. “You brought me a gift. I brought you one.”
King Belshazzar caught the object deftly.
My lover stared at the severed head he held.
“Savion,” he snarled with malicious glee.
“I’d hoped it would be you at the gate.” Dorian lifted his brows. “A kill for a kill, as promised.”
Kimber’s brows snapped together. “You asked this imbecile to kill your son?”
“I did.” Dorian nodded easily.
Kimber’s brows lowered even further.
“That’s a conversation for another time.” Bel’s gaze flicked back and forth between the two of them, tension coiling in the air. “Wouldn’t you agree, brother?”
“Yes.” Dorian took the save hastily, even tossing the rope up in silent thanks. “We should ride quickly. There are forces here that would rather see us dead.”
“Does anyone want the head as a trophy?” Bel asked pleasantly.
Dorian and Kimber took to the other horses—allowing Rilen and Roran to ride behind them, as I thought they might do.
Kimber stared at the severed head. She stated harshly on a whisper, “He was my father. I want it destroyed.”
Bel and I both stared at the head…
It had fangs.
“Excuse me?” I mumbled, utterly confused.
Her grin was ruthless. “Oh? I didn’t mention that, did I? I’m half druid, half vampire.” The druid flashed fangs, proving her insane point.
I tried my hardest not to gape.
S’Kir was getting weirder by the minute.
I wouldn’t mind going home right now.
King Belshazzar observed, quiet and thoughtful. “Now, that is interesting.”
“Toss the head,” Kimber ordered, done being stared at. “I want nothing to do with it.”
Bel’s lips curved up at the edges. He waited.
She rolled her hazel eyes. “Please, Your Royal Highness.”
King Belshazzar flicked the head over his shoulder onto the ground. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, no. I never take my brother’s sloppy seconds. It’s a rule we have with one another. And we’ve never broken it.” My lover winked at her, and then his regard swiftly tilted to his twin. He stated conversationally, “Try to keep your mates in check. I am trying to be civil.”
