Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 147891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
“Why didn’t you just have one of the Regals go and wake Selah in the first place?” I study all three of them. “They’re sisters, after all. Well, according to the history. And they’re powerful. Who’s to say they can’t get the job done?”
“The Regals have their reasons to not like us, just as we have our reasons for not liking them. You think they aren’t aware that it is your blood that can bring Selah back? You don’t think it’s quite simple for them to travel to an island they created to wake their sister?” Callista inquires, eyes narrowing. “They’re well aware, and yet their sister remains in a slumber on a fiery, man slaughtering island.”
“Well, that’s clearly for a reason, isn’t it?”
“Whatever their reasons may be, we have other plans. We still have a goal to obtain, and we will meet that goal, but only after we figure out what Hassha’s and Korah’s true intent is. Until then, the boat ride to Inferno Isle will be postponed.”
Some of the tension melts from my body, seeping into the ground. This was what I wanted, but I figured it would never happen. Now it is. Thank the Regals.
As if reading my mind, Vassilis says with snark, “Don’t be so comforted by this, Harlow. You will make that journey to Inferno Isle, whether it’s now or within a few weeks.”
“Well, until then, I’ll enjoy the time I do have not seeing your ugly face, Vassilis.”
Vassilis’ eyes flash, and he lunges toward me, but Ares presses a hand to his chest, forcing his brother back. Killian’s and Rowan’s hands shift just a little, twitching for their guns.
“Those rubies are still due,” Arie reminds me, a flat palm on his brother chest.
“I’m aware, and we’re working on it,” I state.
“And the boy of Rami’s,” Callista adds. “He will still need guidance and training.”
“I’ll be getting to him as well.”
“I suggest you spend your time wisely, Monarch Harlow,” Callista says. “Armistice Night will be here soon.” Ah, yes. A night where everyone gets shitfaced drunk, dances, and fucks like rabbits.
“You especially better enjoy the time you have left with your mate. There’s no guarantee she’ll survive long in Vakeeli if Selah doesn’t rise.” Another sneer takes over Vassilis’ face, and I’m going to break his fucking neck in half. I’m going to murder this ignorant wannabe Regal, I swear it. I will crush every bone in his body and gouge his eyes out with my own fingers.
It takes me a moment to realize my hand is tight around his throat, his pulse beating beneath my palm. I only come to the realization when I feel the searing heat of touch and the weight of Rowan’s and Killian’s hands on my shoulders, trying to reel me back. I bring the barrel of my gun under Vassilis’ chin, and he gulps beneath my palm, his eyes darting to his brother and sister, who are both floating nearby, their eyes a blinding silver.
“Did I not tell you that if you threatened my mate again, I’d pop those silvery eyes out of your fucking head?” I don’t recognize my own voice, but I’ve heard it before, this primal side I hate revealing but will if it means setting any record straight.
“Monarch Harlow, stand down immediately,” Callista commands.
But I don’t move. I swear on all Vakeeli I’ll kill this fucker right here, right now, and still sleep like a baby tonight.
Vassilis grips my hand, struggling for breath while looking into my eyes. That silver is gone, as if it’s drained and he’s nothing but a meaningless bag of bones, flesh, and organs. There’s power in my hands, a power I’ve never felt before. It’s hot and tempting, begging me to crush his windpipe with one more squeeze.
“I said stand down!” Callista shouts, this time with more bass in her tone.
I glare into Vassilis’ eyes, narrowing mine, and his flash with something I’m very familiar with. Fear.
Then it hits me. I realize that I can kill him. I’m not like the commoners. It was stated with their words that my blood is charged—that I have enough power in it to wake one of the most powerful beings of Vakeeli. They can’t kill me either, or they won’t get what they need.
A smirk tugs at my lips, and I finally release him. He wraps a hand around his throat, drawing in rapid breaths as he falls to his knees before me. When he peers up, he raises a brow, but that fear is still rooted deep in his eyes.
“I should kill you!” he snarls.
I cock a brow. “Try it.”
Arie rushes to his brother, helping him up. They both float into the air, Arie shoving Vassilis on the back to get him farther away from me.
“We’ll be in touch,” Callista grumbles, and The Council takes off, disappearing in the night.