Page 6 of Rot In Knotty Pieces

Her face turns to granite.

“I didn’t think so,” I say quietly, not even looking at the gun as it shifts up to point straight between my eyes.

“Shut your face, you arrogant little shit,” she hisses out.

I’m not quite sure why this couple thinks they are untouchable, but maybe it’s because they have spent too much time rubbing shoulders with those who have power, or they just think their names will protect them.

That was all before.

Before Merle.

Before Roseland.

Before Daega.

“Where is Aaron? I’m going to make sure he arrests all of you for this. Perhaps a few nights in the cells will have you learning some manners?” Cassiopeia snarls.

“Where is Aaron?” Sage asks, repeating her question, but he sounds so confused.

I glance at him sharply. No, don’t fall apart, Sage. No. Hold on, hold on to me. He looks at me.

“Where is my Rose?”

“He’s with Pix and Kestrel,” I murmur.

Sage shudders and closes his eyes. He inhales deeply, sharply, and when his eyes open, they are cold and crystalline. The rage is back, the purpose, and this version has no mercy for anyone.

“Yes, where is my son? I’m going to put him down like a dog, too.” Cassiopeia snarls. “If he doesn’t do as I say, I’ll end him here, too. I brought him into this world, I can take him out.”

Sage freezes.

“Oh, boy,” Rolly whispers and takes a half a step behind me.

“You’re going to kill Aaron, too?” Sage whispers. “I thought it was just me. That I was the problem.”

The pair of them laugh, they haven’t noticed the unraveling of my alpha or the pain that has saturated and seeped into the air.

“He’s been fired. He’s a killer. We can’t have blood like that tainting the family name-”

Sage slams his fist into his father’s mouth and somehow grabs hold of his tongue. He yanks it back and cuts it off before anyone can move.

Holy. Shit. That was hot and so very impressive. Just the strength and skill that he needed to do that blows my mind.

His father blinks and then screams, blood pours out of his mouth. Sage steps towards him and puts the tongue in the breast pocket of his father’s tux. I start laughing.

This is glorious.

“Wow!” King whispers.

“Hell, I’m impressed. I didn’t know he could do that,” Rolly whines in excitement.

“No one touches Aaron,” Sage says in the coldest, most deadly voice I’ve ever heard.

The gun is pointed in his direction, but it wavers, and when it looks like she might shoot him, I move, and she points it back at me as if she thinks I’m the bigger danger.

Sage isn’t sane anymore, but then, none of us are.

Where are our omegas?