My insides purr at the gentle murmur but it’s short lived when something cracks and splinters in the corridor. The distinct snap of glass beneath a foot. It echoes through the silence.
Marcus pulls back. One hand drops to the front of his trousers, stuffing his still semi erect cock back into its confines while the other sneaks around my waist. I’m gingerly drawn to my feet and held tucked against his side.
“Stay here,” he starts to say.
A harder, deeper crack. The fine snap of a mirror splintering. Cobwebbing. Angry and sharp. The explosion of someone taking a bat to every piece of glass.
Veyn.
Marcus’s caution pushed aside, I sprint after the noise. My fingers fumble with the buttons on my top, twisting each one through the loops as I hurry to find the demon.
“Veyn?”
The burst and pop of destruction continues the further I descend through the corridors, searching for him. But there are no mirrors. Not in any part of the lower-level rooms. Not in thehalls. And the louder the shattering grows, the more frantic I become trying to find the cause.
“Veyn, where are you?”
“Lenora.”
Marcus captures my wrist and pulls me to a stop.
“I need to find him. Something’s wrong.”
“Stop.” He forces me to face him, his pale eyes bright with impatience. “You can’t just run off—”
Something shatters over our heads with a deafening crash that rattles the walls. The jagged tinkle of falling glass fills the silence, an echoing force that has my heart clapping up into my throat.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Veyn
Iamagod.
Humans would give me their first born to appease my hunger. They would offer the thing they loved most in the world at my altar and beg for my mere presence in their lives.
And she ran from me.
She left me without a backwards glance to go tohim.A weak human who couldn’t even be bothered to grant her a simple task of slaughtering her enemies. A worthless cluster of meat and pus who tapers her venom and rage.
And this is the man she desires.
The man she chose over me … a god.
To heighten the very foundation of my fury, they hide in the single room that holds no mirrors. Cutting me off from her. Isolating me when I have done everything she’s asked and more.
And she chose him.
The mirror in the attic bursts in an explosion of shimmering dust. Another in one of the furthest bedrooms follows. The manor rings with my orchestra of rage. Every voice in my head screams that I should give him to my brothers. To let them strip the flesh off his bones and use his ribcage for a crown. With him gone, Lenora will only be mine. She will only want me. I will be all she needs. I protected him for her. I have done so much…
A mirror in an upstairs bathroom shatters.
I will show her.
I will show both of them how deeply they need me.
I will prove that I am not some weak being they can summon when they need me and forget me the next. I will teach them to worship me the way they were meant to.
“Veyn?”
