Total pages in book: 362
Estimated words: 347293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1736(@200wpm)___ 1389(@250wpm)___ 1158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 347293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1736(@200wpm)___ 1389(@250wpm)___ 1158(@300wpm)
My whore.
Kyn was seated at a settee to the right of the dais and the gaudy, gilt and diamond throne, a woman draped in gold and ivory perched on his lap—one whose hair was a light shade of blond nearly as pale as mine. Static rippled down my arms, causing my fingers to twitch.
Kyn smiled at me, flashing long, sharp fangs. Two dimples appeared on his cheeks. “Show me the respect I’m due,” he said, slipping his hand between the slit in the woman’s gown. “And get on your knees.”
A light, airy chuckle came from one of the other couches. Anger and disgust crashed together as I held Kyn’s stare. I wanted nothing more than to lash out like I had with Callum, throwing the dagger at that smirk on his face.
I looked away from him and glanced at the large, prowling wolf carved into the floor, so similar to the one on the throne room doors in the House of Haides. It was their family crest, created by Eythos and Kolis’s father.
“Did you not hear me, por-na?” Kyn’s palm ran up the inside of the woman’s leg. “On your knees.”
I had no idea how Ash had maintained his composure among such a disgusting asshole like Kyn for years—decades—but he had.
And I would, too.
Sort of.
I smiled at Kyn. “Make me.”
Aydun stiffened.
The hand delving under the skirt froze. Silence came from those on the couches.
Kyn’s laugh was full of malice. “Oh, I plan to.”
The Primal reminded me so much of the Lords of the Vodina Isles, and my smile grew. “I can’t wait to see you try.”
“You think Nyktos will be able to stop me?”
“He won’t need to,” I told him. “Because I will.”
The air shifted, thickening as streaks of eather pierced Kyn’s stare. The woman in his lap paled. She looked like she didn’t dare breathe too deeply.
“Remember the rules.” Aydun spoke up finally. “They do apply to other Primals. There will be no fighting.”
“Lucky for you,” I said to Kyn.
Aydun’s head whipped toward me, a warning look in his glare. I ignored it, raising my brows at the Primal.
A muscle ticked in Kyn’s jaw. Seconds passed with no further comment. Letting out a low laugh, I looked away, giving the guards a scan. Some of them were gods. A few had those pale, lifeless eyes.
Awareness throbbed through my body. A draken was near. More than one.
“Where is Kolis?” Aydun asked.
Kyn lifted a shoulder as his hand moved between the woman’s legs. “He’ll be here.” His gaze shifted to me. “Why don’t you come over and sit on my other leg?”
I wouldn’t even dignify that with a response, but the Ancient examined the Primal with naked distaste.
“You created them,” I muttered under my breath to the Ancient. “Well, you created his parents.”
Aydun sneered. “I am not responsible for the bloodline that created that…creature.”
I glanced back at Kyn. He stuck out his tongue, wiggling it in my direction. “Who did you create?”
“That is none of your business.”
“Okay, then.” I sighed.
“There’s enough room for both of you,” Kyn called out, and the woman giggled nervously. “And I’ve got two hands and a tongue.”
“But no cock? Shocking,” I retorted.
“You’ll need to earn that, por-na.” Kyn nipped at the woman’s throat, and she gave another strained laugh.
I focused on the woman. I saw a faint glint of eather in her eyes before her lashes swept down. She was a godling. I had no idea how she’d ended up in Dalos, but I had a sinking suspicion that she wasn’t from Vathi and also wasn’t exactly thrilled to be where she was.
I thought of Evander and Jacinta. I’d read that situation wrong and killed an innocent god. This could very well be the same thing.
But…
But how much control did this woman even have? Like with the Chosen? Kolis gave them a choice, but what kind of choice was it at the end of the day? What kind of choice did this woman have with such an imbalance of power between her and Kyn?
Footsteps behind me drew my gaze. A bare-chested draken with long, wavy blond hair strode in. “I knew you’d arrived,” Diaval said, “when I found him picking himself up off the floor.”
Callum followed, his lips pressed together. He stopped beside me. Not close, though. He gave me a wide berth. “Give me back my dagger.”
“No,” I said, my attention moving to Diaval. The draken had dropped onto one of the couches, distracted by the Ascended feeding beside him. Or fucking. Man, that had escalated.
Callum crossed his arms like a petulant child as another draken walked in, one with light brown skin and dark, braided hair. Sax. I watched him walk to stand near Diaval, remembering what Ash had said. This had been one of his father’s draken.
Did that mean…?
“You’re a liar and a thief,” Callum said.