His hand teetered back and forth. “Decent.” He shrugged. “But it could have been a dollar for all I cared since I was just happy we were leaving,” he shuddered, “Moscow.”
“Not a fan?” All four Elders cringed, making me chuckle. “Guess not.”
Antonio tilted his head at them. “They arrived this morning and they’re already trying to take over.”
Elder Nelson rolled his eyes, sitting back on his chair. “Elder Fergus and I were only saying that the Elemental and Mage Commanders could be overhauled here at King Shadow.”
Elder Jacobs chuckled, showing camaraderie with his fellow Elemental as he glanced at Elder Fergus. “Good luck with that. Queen Ruckler already attempted to change the Elementals and,” a glance at Elder Nelson, “Mages, but King Zeller didn’t think it was needed.”
Elder Merrick snorted. “That’s not exactly what he said, but that’s the polite version.”
Elder Nelson peered at me. “Tell me your thoughts.”
I knew that expression. Ezra was going to get an earful from him. I literally had to pinch my lips to keep from sticking up for him…but Ezra was wrong not to even read the files. So I went to the shelves at the end of the room where the books and other files were while King Kincaid stated, “I have no issues with the Shifters here. With the additions Lily brought in yesterday, the group’s strong and the numbers are right.”
Sifting through the gold folders first, I was distracted hearing Ezra enter the conference room, so I didn’t notice anyone come up behind me. I was startled when Elder Venclaire — the one Elder I hadn’t really glanced at yet — spoke quietly directly behind me.
“Hello, Lily.”
I didn’t jump, but I froze. “Elder Venclaire.”Hello, biological father.
He moved so he was in my line of sight, resting his shoulder against a shelf and tilting his head forward to look me directly in the eyes. “It’s been a while since we last saw each other.” Blue eyes so like my own studied my face. “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine.” I stared at him a moment, then went back to trying to find the folders I was looking for. “And how are you?”
“It’s been an interesting journey so far.” His head cocked forward further, so it was harder to ignore him. “Lily?”
“Hmm?” I couldn’t find those damn files anywhere, and I wanted to find them to escape the man my mother had loved so deeply, a man I didn’t really know why she had run from.
His words were soft, sounding heartfelt. “Lily, look at me.”
Eyebrows furrowing at his tone, I held my place in the files and peered up at him.
Intense blue eyes stared down at me as he angled his body so no one could see our faces. “Will you have lunch with me sometime when things have settled down with the war? I want to speak with you in private and this conversation has been a long time coming.”
I froze as I gazed into his eyes seeing…knowledge there. And a quiet yearning. My eyes darting back and forth between his, I realized he knew. He had figured out I was his daughter. Maybe I had known before, but I couldn’t remember it if I had.
My heart began running rapid inside my chest, literally feeling as if it wanted to shove through my ribs, the beat almost painful.
No, it wasn’talmostpainful.
Itwaspainful, especially when he let another emotion slip past his guard to shine through his eyes.
Love.
This man I didn’t know, the man who had helped to create me, loved me.
Hiccupping once or twice, I turned my head away, blinking back unexpected tears, and nodded. “Yes. Yes, I’d like that.”
“Good.” He smiled gently. “I know this—”
“Elder Venclaire.” Ezra slapped a hand on Elder Venclaire’s shoulder, cutting him off, and if I wasn’t mistaken, he was squeezing the Elder’s shoulder a bit too roughly. “Should I feel offended you’re talking to Queen Ruckler before you’ve even said hello to me, your favorite Prodigy, and now King?”
I stared, trying to decipher why he didn’t seem to like my biological father. Though his tone was perfectly pleasant, his tense body and too tight hold said otherwise, and his scent was a little off since he reeked of aggressiveness.
Elder Venclaire even stared before he covertly picked up Ezra’s clamping index finger, not flinching at the hold Ezra had him under, and then jerked it quickly, lifting Ezra’s hand from his shoulder without harming either of them. “You, Ezra,” a pause as he dropped Ezra’s hand, “so sorry, I meant King Zeller, were my only Prodigy — thank God — so therefore it could be construed that not only were you my favorite, but that you were also my most despised.” He patted Ezra’s shoulder. Gently. “And please, forgive my rudeness in not attending to you earlier, but the guard at your tent before dawn said you weren’t to be disturbed.” His eyes flicked to me then quickly back to Ezra. “But it is nice to see you again, and I hope you’re doing well.” He turned and walked a few steps before pausing to speak softly over his shoulder. “And you’ve got it all wrong, King Zeller. Try the equation again to find the correct answer.”
I stared in dumbstruck shock at his retreating back, realizing with his words that the seething Vampire standing next to me, who turned to stare down at me to hide his utterly furious expression from anyone else, was jealous…of my biological father.
