Fuck knows I don’t know the entirety of that situation. Not that I want to, it will only make me more thirsty for his blood.
“You've been summoned,” he grunts, raking his eyes over me from head to toe before peering around into my room. What he’s searching for, I have no clue, but I also have no interest in asking either.
“Do you enjoy being his minion?” I ask, cocking a brow at him, eager to get under his skin, but he doesn't even roll his eyes as he takes a step back, waving a hand down the hallway for me to follow.
I don't know what it is about his presence that irks me so much, but it's one of the rare occasions I feel myself in the middle of a pissing contest, and it's definitely over Elodie.
Does he know her better than I do?
Has he seen her the way I have?
I want to gouge his fucking eyeballs out.
Thankfully, silence greets us as we make our way through the halls, finding our way to my brother's office a few moments later. The man in question sits relaxed in a leather armchair, nestled perfectly behind his mahogany desk. The window portrays the perfect background behind him, flashing with a storm. A complete contrast to the visual at my window earlier.
It’s calculated.
Everything is with him.
Whatever emotion he’s hoping to achieve from it, I don’t care, but it’s clear there’s an air of malice around him as he steeples his fingers together, looking at me over the tips.
“I have a task for you,” he states, and I sigh,acutely aware of Walker closing the door behind me, but I force myself to remain relaxed.
“What now? I wasn't aware I returned to become one of your minions,” I grumble, making sure to put up a fight, just as I usually would. “I’m here for greater things, Brother,” I add, desperate to speed this shit along as his eyebrows furrow.
“You're here to do as I command,” he states, far calmer than I expect as he pushes a piece of paper toward the end of the desk… toward me. “This.”
I shrug.
“I’m not here for menial tasksorto do your bidding. Isn’t that what Walker is for?” I reiterate, enjoying the tick to his jaw far too much as his nostrils flare.
“Amuse me.”
It's a command, one etched into every fiber of his words, and despite my desire to stay rooted to the spot and push back, the burning tingle under my arm linking me to the magic, to Elodie, ignites.
Without warning, it forces me forward two steps to see the paper has an image of a man printed on the front and his details listed beside it.
Name: Jeremiah Kingston.
Ability: Bend matter
Purpose: Ensure nothing standsin my way!
“Am I supposed to care about this guy?” I grunt, and my brother sighs, leaning back in his seat. His hands shift, dropping to the arms of his chair as he curls his fingers around the ends.
“He doesn't wish to make himself useful to me, Brother. We can't have that now, can we?” he states, the promise in the undertone of his words is clear.Just like I’m not following his commands.“So it is bestowed upon you to ensure that by the end of the day, that's no longer the case,” he clarifies, his words slow and measured, like they're intent on driving the point home, yet that burning sensation under my arm doesn't quell.
If anything, it intensifies.
“I’m not killing yet another person for you,” I grumble, and Jude leans forward in his seat, squinting slightly as he takes me in.
“What are your actual intentions here, Kael, if not to follow my command?” he asks, and I shrug.
“I’m here to right the wrongs in this world,” I start, my words concise despite the adrenaline lacing through me. “I’m here to bring down those who no longer deserve control, and I'm here with the intention of watching it all crumble.”
“At whose command?” he asks, and I give him a pointed look.
“Yours, of course.”
