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)
Silver reaches out to touch her, and she flings an arm up, but then her eyes lift, crashing with mine.
She gasps, her lips parting.
Something crushes in my palm, and when a hand lands on my shoulder, I look to find Sinner. His eyes are white as he dips his chin, his fingers wrapping around my wrist.
I look down to find Silver’s wrist, the one that went to her in my grip, the bones broken, his hand folded the wrong direction. I let go, taking a step away, and then another.
“Explain,” I manage to force out.
“She tried to off herself,” Legend reveals.
Pain sears me, my chest caving in as a growl fights to be let loose from my throat. My Ethos stirs, begging to be free, but trapped beneath the truth of me and the girl before me.
He wants to go to her. Wants her to call him out and set him free.
Fuck that.
She doesn’t deserve his loyalty. She's trying to leave us.
Fuck all this.
“Silver healed her,” Legend finishes.
London’s eyes are dead as they stare into mine. No sign of the fire or sass I came to crave. To fucking need. No sign of anything.
She's void, a hollow bag of brittle bones.
A broken little doll.
Just as she deserves.
Acid coats my insides, but I welcome the sting.
I'll let it eat me whole, if it takes with it the appetite for the one thing my body swears I want but refuse to have.
I bend down, locking my limbs when they dare to shake in anger, dare to reach for her. To fix what’s broken.
I lose the battle, and my fingers skate along her temple, tugging her hair from where it sticks to the blood along her head and brushing it back.
Her eyes close, likely by accident, and the sight does something to me. So, I force the tip of my claws from my fingers and let them scrape along her skin.
Three small droplets of blood appear, and I wait for her to wince. To shout and cry in pain, but she does neither.
She does nothing.
I glare at her, slowly pushing to my feet. “If this is your cry for attention, you wasted perfectly good blood, little doll.” I look to Legend and then Silver. “You should have left her to die.”
And then I walk away, but not before I hear her voice.
It invades my mind, and without anyone able to see, I close my eyes to listen.
“Told ya,” she rasps.
My best friend scoffs a laugh and I want to tear his tongue out.
I want to choke the life from her. How dare she speak to him like they’re friends, but not react to me. She has to be burning on the inside, like I am.
Waking in cold sweats.
Searching the dark corners of her nightmares.
Or maybe not.
Maybe this is just on me.
The fates testing my strength.
They took our King. Our father.
Maybe they will take her next.
My knees buckle at the thought, and I catch myself on the table before falling to the floor like a bitch.
I hate her.
I hate what she’s done to me.
I hate what the truth has done to us.
Growling, I tear through the doors and wait for my brothers to step through. The moment they do, I set in on Legend.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” I boom, throwing a barrier spell up so she can’t listen in like the snake she is. I step toward Legend. “You bring her here?! This is a fucking sanctuary for Royals. The place where not even our most trusted are to be allowed and you let in a bitch who murdered one of us?! Who's to say she's not responsible for Dad’s death too?”
Legend lifts a brow. “Kind of hard to kill a king when you don’t even know how to use your powers.”
“Maybe she does, how would you know?” I shove at him, but he doesn’t budge, and then we’re chest to chest. “You think you know her better than me, little brother?” Anger radiates from my every pore, and I can’t stop it.
Legend smirks, and I reach forward, ready to tear his fucking heart out. He's baiting me and he’s enjoying it.
Sinner and Creed step in, tearing me away and Legend laughs, dropping onto the couch he snuck away from, flipping into his half of dad’s files like he didn’t just make this ten times harder.
I jerk free, shoving my brothers off me and glare at my youngest one.
“She was beating the shit out of herself. Cut her arms from her wrist to her elbow, banging her head and fists on the marble until the bones broke so bad, Silver wasn’t sure he could get them back right without a senior level healer. She hasn’t eaten or drunk anything in four days, and she wants to die.”
My insides coil, twisting, and I swear the monster within me sinks his claws into my fucking flesh from the inside.