Total pages in book: 401
Estimated words: 390373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1952(@200wpm)___ 1561(@250wpm)___ 1301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 390373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1952(@200wpm)___ 1561(@250wpm)___ 1301(@300wpm)
His chest rose sharply as he came forward as if in a trance and stopped a few feet from us. “Millie.”
Millicent’s arms once more crossed over her chest. “Prince Da’Neer.”
Malik flinched. It was quick, but I saw it before his expression smoothed out. “Where…?” He suddenly seemed to notice Callum. His gaze flicked back to her. “That’s where you’ve been?”
“What’s it to you?”
He raised a brow. “I could’ve helped you.”
“I didn’t need your help.” Her head cocked. “Clearly.”
“You could’ve told me,” Malik said, undeterred. “You could’ve told anyone. I’ve been worried—we’ve been worried.”
“We?” Millicent laughed.
“Yes. Me.” Malik knocked back strands of his hair. “Your sister.”
“My sister doesn’t even know me,” she replied. “So, how—?”
“I don’t have time for this,” I interrupted before I lost my shit dealing with this. Because I was about ready to. I looked at Malik. “Fill her in.”
“I’d rather be filled by those faceless half-dog things that crawled out of the ground—wait.” Millicent’s nose scrunched in an all-too-familiar way as Malik’s jaw hardened. “That didn’t come out right.”
“You don’t say,” my father murmured.
“I’d rather be filled in by a horde of rabid draken,” she said, pausing as she turned her cheek. “Well, come to think of it, if the horde of draken was in mortal form and rabid, I wouldn’t exactly mind being f—”
“We get it,” Malik bit out, his cool golden gaze turning to a blazing amber.
Millicent’s head straightened as she locked eyes with Malik. “Are you sure? I have no problem going into very precise and obscene detail about how I’d prefer to be—”
“I’m positive,” Malik cut her off.
“Great. You both are on the same page,” I ground out. Millicent started to speak. “No,” I stopped her.
Her eyes narrowed as she silently mouthed no.
I glanced at Callum. His lashes were fluttering. “And do something with him.”
Millicent looked down and sighed. Turning, she kicked the back of his head, definitely cracking his skull. “Something ordered.” She looked up with a smile that bordered on bizarre. “Something carried out.”
I stared at her for a moment.
Nobody responded as my father and I left the atrium.
“She’s…different,” he commented as I led him back through the Hall of Gods.
I snorted.
Understatement of the year.
“What’s up with those two?”
“They’re heartmates,” I replied, walking under the arched doorway. I felt his surprise. “Careful. The vines are all over the floor in here.”
There was no avoiding them as we approached the double doors to the Great Hall. They hissed as we crushed them under our boots. I stopped and snapped off some vines hanging limply from the gold trim.
Facing my father, I took a deep breath. “No one but Attes is inside,” I told him. He’d been aware of the Primal god’s presence. But beyond that? I didn’t know. “He’s—”
“I know who Attes is,” my father cut in, those few words heavy with meaning. “And I know who Valyn was to him.”
I shouldn’t be surprised. My father seemed to know everything.
I exhaled, glancing back at the doors. “You need to prepare yourself. Cas…he won’t be as you remember.”
My father’s gaze met mine. “I’m ready.”
I didn’t think he was, but I reached for the handles and pulled. There was resistance. Because, of course, there was. I had to grit my teeth and pull harder, only for the resistance to disappear without warning. Catching myself with a curse, I ignored the dark, smoky chuckle that echoed from the depths of the Great Hall.
Cas…yeah, he was in his asshole era.
I threw open the doors and stepped inside. A tall figure leaning against one of the columns straightened. It was Attes. He wasn’t bleeding. Which was a surprise.
My father stepped in behind me, but I knew he wasn’t even aware of Attes yet. How could he be with everything else going on?
Ravens flew between the thick, jagged icicles hanging from the domed ceiling, unaffected by the brutal cold of the chamber. Ice coated the tangled vines traveling across the floor, climbing pillars, and filling the alcoves. They were thicker in here and seemed more…alive, a glossy dark network of veins with a white sheen that stretched all the way to the dais and up its sides, then across the floor. They pulsed at Cas’s feet, surrounded by tendrils of deep-gray-and-crimson mist.
He sat on a throne crafted by a dark rage.
It loomed like an omen, its frame sculpted from the remains of those I suspected had served Kolis. After all, he had gone to Pensdurth. Each bone was fused together by the black vines that wove through ribs and spiraled through the eye sockets of the skulls that made up the back.
And what sat on the throne was a being I barely recognized and couldn’t connect to through the notam. Couldn’t even get a read on it. It wore his clothes, and the fingers that idly tapped on an armrest constructed from what I guessed were the bones of actual arms moved like his. But what sat there wasn’t the man I’d known my whole life and loved deeper than a bond forged in blood.