Page 120 of Dark Destiny: The Turning Of The Loom

Would there even be anyone in there tonight?

Or were they all at the party?

Their Clan Mother was getting married again to her truelove mate, so he assumed that every clan member would want to be there, and Annani being Annani had invited them all to participate with no regard for security.

It would have been the perfect time to hit the clan hard and get rid of the whole bunch, but there was no way for him to let Losham know, and even if he could do that, what would be the point?

He was no longer the leader of the Brotherhood, and he no longer needed a hated enemy to unite his warriors behind the common goal of the enemy's destruction. That was Losham's problem now, and good luck achieving it without the help of compulsion power. The clan had helped eliminate everyone who'd posed a threat to Losham's rule, but new opponents would arise.

They always did.

Navuh got up and started pacing.

The dungeon apartment was small, and there was not much room. He was reduced to pacing in front of the bed in the bedroom and the couch in the living room.

His body was whole. Still weak, still not back to what it had been, but it would be in a matter of weeks now. If he wanted to, he could have danced with his mate at that party, but he would jump off the cliff again before he would celebrate at Annani's wedding.

Navuh snorted.

His mate was celebrating with her sister. His traitorous sons were celebrating as well. His sons. His blood. Dancing at the wedding of the god he had kept in a box for five thousand years, in a hall owned by Annani and her clan, who had been a thorn in his side throughout all that time.

He could have ruled the world by now if not for Annani and her people's intervention.

Who was Areana dancing with?

He stopped in front of the bed.

At first, she would dance with her sons, but then they would dance with their mates, and other males would come for her. Perhaps even Daniel, with his clean jaw and straight back, wearing a tuxedo and feeling entitled to the goddess he had been helping for months.

She would say yes, not because she was interested in any of the males approaching her, but because she was too polite to say no.

Areana was his truelove mate, and she would not find any of them attractive. But she was nice, and she would put her hand on the shoulder of another male, smile, and not think of him at all.

The landline rang.

He snatched up the device before the second ring.

"Navuh." Areana, and behind her voice, a wall of sound, strings and drums and a hundred voices. "Can you hear me? I'm in the corridor outside the hall. It's very loud here."

"I can hear you."

"Are you all right?"

"I'm fine." He looked at the water trembling in the glass on the nightstand. "I'm reading."

A moment of silence.

She knew him too well to believe the lie, but she let it go because she almost never challenged him, certainly not over something so trivial.

"The ceremony was beautiful," she said. "Annani looked stunning, and Khiann walked in on his own. He even said his vows in English. I can't believe he learned it in such a short time."

"Did you dance?" he asked.

"Yes. One dance with Kalugal and another with Lokan. That's all. I'm not staying much longer. Perhaps another hour or so. Then I'll go to the penthouse to change out of this gown and come down."

"Stay as long as you like. I'm fine."

"Navuh."