Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“I don’t know what is going on, Knight, but whatever they did, I was not part of...” Odin raises his hands up, stepping closer to me. “Just ask Vicente, if you don’t trust me.”
Knight’s head lifts, and he looks to the silver-haired man standing beside Cosima, staring blankly down to Magdalena’s corpse and back to Knight.
“What happened?” Vicente asks as he slips past Odin and Agro, coming to stand near Knight and me. “I must hear it directly from your mouth,” he tells Knight.
“Exactly what I’m sure you've suspected. They trapped us, tied us up and tried to have us killed.” Knight offers. “Tried to lock up London too, but she got away before they could.”
Vicente takes another careful step. “Who is ‘they’?”
Agro finally pushes forward, his face burning red. His ears grow until they curve around his head. “We did it! You brats don’t know the first thing about running a Kingdom.”
“You killed the King?” I ask blankly, my lashes fanning out over my cheeks.
“Did you know that when your mother gave birth to all of you, we all knew what you were...” Agro adds, ignoring my question.
Once we have the clarification of their part in the King’s death, I know that will seal his fate, and whoever else helped them. It also means the falling of a system that had helped the wheels of Rathe spin without casualties. Shit is about to change going forward.
“Kill him, kill him! Long live the Dark King!” The crowd chants. Knight takes another step closer to Agro as their chanting grows, turning to roars and screams.
“Let me finish!” Agro snaps at Knight, straightening his suit. “After your mother gave birth to you all, we knew you’d be just like your father.”
I’d never thought much about what the Lords were. I think most of us assumed they were Monsters. The kind that can only be born from royal blood.
Agro straightens his shoulders, just as Vicente stands between me and Odin. “Belial, Judas, Cain, Nero...” he looks between Knight and his brothers as my mind thinks over all of the memories I’ve had of Knight in the past few months I’ve been with him, and more importantly, mated to him. “They mean anything to you?”
“The six demons of Lucifer...” it leaves my mouth in a whisper, more to myself than to anyone else. Power surges through me.
“I know what we are, Agro.”
“Oh, I know...” his tone catches my attention and I bring my eyes to him. “But she didn’t.”
“Wait! Six?” I stop them all. “There’s four of you, your sister, and? And who is the sixth?”
Knight turns over his shoulder slightly. The muscles on either side of his jaw bounce. You know who the fuck the sixth one is, baby. Stop playing dumb and don’t act surprised.
I stare back at Agro.
“And?” Holy what the fuck? How am I the sixth? Why am I the sixth!
“And you’re all doomed...” he answers, his eyes wide. “But I did not kill the King.”
“Was it … her?” Creed asks.
Her? Who is her?
Knight cuts me a quick glance but gives me nothing, and my mind begins to race.
I’m missing something.
“Oh no,” he chuckles. “But she was quite helpful when—”
Knight launches forward and a loud crack snaps through the air when his fist connects with Agro’s face.
I turn to face Vicente, leaving Knight to fight his dirty fight. “I don’t understand. What has me being a demon got to do with all of this, and the King being dead? If you tell me I’m his sister, I will eat you.”
Vicente’s wrinkles around his eyes deepen as he holds in a smile. “You’re not. Don’t worry. And please—”
“—London. I need to talk with you.”
Vicente's eyes snap to the man behind me, and I bring my hand to his chest to stop him.
“Stop. I can handle this myself.”
Blood splatter touches my lip as I turn to face Odin. I swipe my tongue over it before turning to see what Knight has done. Bright red muscle and meat stare back at me, just as Knight tears off the last of Agro’s flesh from his face.
I turn back to Odin unfazed. “I don’t trust you or a word you say. You were part of the Ministry, the very same who tried to kill people who mean a great deal to me.”
“I wasn’t.” He shakes his head, but before he can say anything more, Creed opens a portal behind him and kicks him through, shutting it quickly.
I glare at Creed. “I wasn’t done.”
“You can talk to him later. Right now, we need to control this shit show, and look at your mate...” I turn back to Knight, to see him looking out at the people of Rathe cheering. The roars are loud enough to make my ears bleed. I should have known going in how much the people of Rathe worship the Lords already. The Ministry have run things into the ground for centuries now, desperate to make themselves as important as royals.