Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
“Maybe they wanted him to be weaned first.” It made sense if they wanted him healthy and alive.
“Trust me, they are powerful enough to influence plenty of people. They could find someone to breastfeed him,” King replied. “I believe they wanted Draco to stay with you, a powerful Seer who’d give her life to protect him, until he was strong enough to help them.”
“Help? I thought they wanted him to lead them.” That was what the Seers said. He was destined to be their lord.
“Draco is a male Seer,” King explained. “Extremely rare. Extremely powerful. Extremely potent. Some day.”
I wasn’t aware that Seers could be male. Why had King never mentioned this? “Okay. And?”
King raised a brow.
“King means that they probably want Draco to make lots of babies—a little army of Seers,” Ansin added.
Shit. So that was what Ariadna had meant that day in the delivery room. She’d said something about the Seers having a plan to return. I’d been the first to be reborn, according to her. The rest would follow.
My stomach churned. “They can’t use my baby like that.”
“He would not be a baby,” King said. “He would be a man, and that decision would not be up to you. Either way, whatever they are up to, do not underestimate these women. I did, and it cost me everything.” He glowered at me.
“Stop! I’m not Hagne. I’m not evil.”
Ansin chuckled from the front. “We’re all a little evil, Jeni. We have to be in order to survive.”
Not true. “You’re both what’s wrong with this world.”
“Perhaps you are right.” King looked out the window to his side, pondering something for a moment; then his phone rang.
He answered. “Yes?” He listened and then hung up.
“Who was that?” I asked.
“No one.”
“Did they know about Draco?” I asked.
“They informed me that someone burned down my home in Crete.” King looked at me. “Why would anyone do that?”
Oh shit.
Ansin chuckled. “Because that place is evil as fuck. Just like you, King.”
“I built that home as a shrine to my beloved Mia.”
Okay, but he’d left his entire estate to me. Of course, that was before he believed I was Hagne. “I didn’t think you were coming back, King. I’m sorry. Also, Ansin is right. That place is evil as fuck.”
“I cannot wait to strangle you both with my cold bare hands.” King got on his phone, telling someone to prepare his jet. Technically, my jet now, but no one was asking.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
King mentioned that he’d woken up in some university morgue in LA, defrosting on a gurney. He’d scared the hell out of the medical students who’d been about to work on their dissection assignment. Apparently, some employee at the hospital in Tallahassee had sold his body under the table for cash. How was that a thing?
It was almost laughable, except that I’d been in the room when Ansin had commanded the hospital staff to clean up all the blood from King’s neck wound and to incinerate the body. They’d seemed compliant, but clearly his voice command hadn’t stuck.
Why?
Did it have to do with the same issue causing Ansin and King to die? “Our powers are fading,” King had said.
But here was the thing: King claimed he didn’t know why, and Ansin was keeping a tight lip. It was impossible that neither had a clue when both men were experts in all this crap—mind control, immortality, reincarnation, curses, and all the crazy garbage I used to think were only found in movies. Now they wanted me to believe they had no idea what was going on? Bullshit.
“So where are we going?” I asked as I took a seat on King’s jet, facing him. Ansin was in the back, resting with his eyes closed. I suspected he was trying to save his energy. It still hadn’t sunk in that he was going to die. Oddly, he seemed almost at peace with it. If it were me, I’d be reacting with a little more panic.
“Back to Los Angeles.”
“For?” I asked King.
“There is a man I wish to see.”
“Can you be any more vague?”
King arched a dark brow.
“Fine. I know you can, but I’m hanging on by a thread here.” I hadn’t seen Draco in four days. Or was it five? With all the time zone changes, I didn’t know. Or care. I just wanted to find my baby.
“The man owes me a favor.”
Vague again. Which meant that I was not going to like whatever King had in store. “Just promise you won’t kill me until we find Draco and get him somewhere safe?”
King just stared with detest, and I knew why.
“Come on. You can’t seriously believe I’m Hagne.” This was ridiculous.
“Is this not what Ariadna told you?”
“Yes, but—”
“Why would she lie?” he asked.
“Because Seers have their own agenda, and they lie about everything. I mean, they made me believe I was giving birth to the reincarnation of Ariadna.” I’d seen a vision of me holding a little Seer girl who looked like a tiny version of her. For months, I’d touched my stomach, one hundred percent certain it was a girl. Then a boy popped out. Yes, Ariadna’s spirit had been right there after the delivery, but the baby was male. Shocked the hell out of me.