“I guess you can find out here, then.” He pulls on his cuffs. When he looks up, his eyes are submerged black and the shadows he commands twirl around his feet like good pups looking for affection.
They attack at once, capturing his siblings, disappearing into nothingness.
I scream—a visceral reaction, throwing my hand out. I don’t wantto—I really don’t, but I focus on his heart and will it under my command.
He stutters, dropping his knees. He looks to me—eyes wide, mouth parted, but if I expected a plea, I’d be disappointed. He only glares, so darkly, a chill ghosts over my arms, like the smooth touch of death.
It’s pure rage. Nothing else.
A cool blade falls to my neck and I freeze. Fenrir walks around me, tsking slightly. “Let him go, blood summoner. Mother would not approve if you killed her new king.”
Bile rises up my throat swiftly, but I release him. The bond flares, then darkens as if fighting to rekindle. I’m not sure what Aoife did, but the warmth I feel from Kaden is lessened and I’m weighted down with grief.
Fenrir jerks his head toward the palace. “We have a special place reserved for you.”
My eyes narrow as my heart breaks. “Where?”
“The dungeon.”
