“He was obviously lying.”
‘I killed your father. Enjoyed every second of it. I held his beating heart in my hand and squeezed until it stopped.’
I shove Visha’s dreaded voice to the back of my mind. I’m not stuck in her dungeon anymore. Her days of controlling my life are over.
I lower my spear as a gesture of truce. “How do you know my father?”
“I promise, I’ll explain everything, but it’s not safe here. We need to go.” Angel stops mid-step when my Divine seeps out of me, sensing my growing impatience.
A dull gold fog coils around me before it crawls to him. I expect my Divine to lash out, eager to attack like always, but it just floats around him, epically ruining the weight of my threat.
Since when is my Divine submissive?!
“Talk.”
“Definitely his daughter,” Angel mutters, clearly annoyed, but once again, he calms down faster than anyone I’ve ever seen.
I’ve never met a man besides Papa and Harvey who didn’t take their anger out on me. It’s hard to believe these two could be any different.
I retract my struggling Divine before they find out my strength is all bluff. As much as I hate it, I have to play nicebecause I need their help to get out of here.
“Let’s make a deal. If you can prove you are my father’s allies, I won’t kill you both.”
I figured my threat would finally get them to the fucking point, but the way they shrug off their own safety, counting on me not to follow through, is honestly astonishing.
Sticker guy scoffs, still hiding behind Angel. “I’m not sure you are capable of anything like that right now.”
“You want to try me, sticker boy?”
My essence bristles at the sting of insult and snakes to him faster.
The manchild scurries back. “I’m going to let it slide, but the next time you insult my stickers, I won’t be as lenient.” He points a finger at me.At me.
At this rate, one of us will be dead before these idiots get to the point.
I’m about to get up and leave, which will be painful as fuck when Angel suddenly thrusts his palm in front of my face.
I narrow my eyes at him.
What does he want me to do with it? Read his future? I’m not a fucking palm reader.
Before I can rip into him, Angel flips his hand, revealing the white crystal ring on his index finger.
The ring. Exactly like Papa’s.
A moon-white crystal with strings of gold floating inside the stone. Like rays of sunlight trapped inside it. The band has veins of gold crossing and climbing upon one another in delicate patterns along the curve of his finger.Magnificent.
The marked weapon and the ring are only given to a Horseman after the coronation. I had an inkling before, but now the truth is staring me in the face.
Angel blinks, thrown by my lack of reaction. He clearly thinks I’m too dense to figure it out by myself, so he hastily removes the armor from his left shoulder, exposing the markings inked into his skin.
The markings of a Horseman.
The markings are similar to human tattoos, but we don’t choose them. The Sisters of Fate do. You could be the firstborn or a pureblood, but they would still deny you their blessing if they didn’t find you worthy.
Only a true Horseman earns Fate’s blessings and the strength to bear such power. Each symbol, curve, and writing screams who Angel was meant to be in bold, proud markings.
“Horseman of Conquer.”
