CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
~ Dorian ~
That rotten, conceitedasswipe of a fatherstoleour mates.
I’d thought that fucker was dead.
Dead, dead, dead.
The gate to Ota’ano had closed with the one to Earth, and I figured the old bastard would be bored and off himself. Or just curl up and die from his spite.
We just couldn’t be that lucky.
Belshazzar was raging, quietly. It was his most dangerous kind of rage—and my brother had a temper worse than mine.
Cold rage.
“Bel.”
His head whipped around, his eyes ice.
“We’re going after them.”
“How fucking dare he touch her!”
“Bel.”
“What!”
“We have to go after them.”
“You heard him! This is the whole reason we left. I don’t want to play his fucking games!”
“We have to.”
“I won’t!”
“Then we’ll never get them back. And tell me, right now, brother. How big is the missing piece of your soul?”
Belshazzar growled at me. “This soul mate feeling shit absolutely sucks. I don’t want to feel feelings.”
“Jackass. It’s more than feelings, and you know that.”
“You want to play his games?”
“Fuck no,” I answered. “You’re right. It’s why we left. But his games don’t mean anything to me, not when Kimber is gone. I can’tfeelher. I could for only a few moments, but I want that back.”
“You have your men.”
“You’re an idiot. She’s the glue for us.”
Bel stopped pacing and leaned against the wall, folding his arms over his chest. “He’s going to make us play and play to win. Maybe Osirdan hated his blood, but you and I have always gotten along, so I don’t know why he thinks we’ll do anything but cooperate and work together.”
“He doesn’t understand twins are bound by more than blood. That when you share a womb, you share life.”
I leaned on the wall next to my brother. “Whatever it is he wants to play, we’ll work together and decide what needs to happen when we get to the endgame.”
“I only need Gwen back.”
