Page 11 of Dominion

Indigo smirked. “She’s always okay. I swear, that girl has nine lives like a cat.”

“No, she just knows how to pretend,” Cillian murmured and sat down on the floor with his back pressed against the wall. “We all like to pretend we’re okay.” He looked at the floor, and I didn’t miss the way Atlas zeroed his eyes in on him.

“Okay,” I drawled. “But it wasn’t her fault.”

“It’s okay, Sky.” Atlas smiled at me. “She’s fine. They’re both fine. But there are some things they need to work through together and there’s nothing we can do for them. They need to be alone at the moment.”

But I still worried. I didn’t want somebody else to pay for the mess I’d made.

I truly wanted to believe she would be okay, but the hostility with which Storm treated her back at that house at Emercroft Lake had my hackles rising and I wasn’t so sure that she would get out of this without any new scars.

“Kill.” Atlas looked at Cillian who kept looking toward the window as if he wanted to be anywhere else but here. “You mentioned you knew where they were?”

“I do.” He nodded, but never looked at us. “Kieran had a theory for a very long time…” Indigo scoffed as soon as Cillian mentioned this Kieran, and something told me that there was so much more to this story than what we knew.

“Do you want me to tell you or would you like to roll your eyes every single time I mention my brother?” Cillian bit out, looking at Indigo.

Indigo’s hands fisted, the look on his face turning feral, and I truly wondered what the fuck we had all stumble into.

“Guys, guys,” Atlas started, looking from Cillian to Indigo. “There are more important things to unpack right now. If you don’t mind, let’s keep that shit out of this room. Yeah?”

“Where is Kieran anyway?” Indigo asked, completely ignoring Atlas.

“None of your fucking business,” Cillian bit out.

“Come on!” Atlas thundered, but there was no use.

Indigo was on his feet in seconds and so was Cillian. Both of them faced each other from opposite sides of the room, neither one of them letting go of whatever issue they had between them.

“Stop it!” I yelled and jumped up from my seat. “I know that there’s bad blood between all of you. I can see it.” I looked from Cillian to Atlas and then to Indigo. “But please, I’m begging you. I just want them back. I want them back with me, safe and out of harm’s way. Please. If you or your brother know where theyare,” I looked at Cillian, “please tell us. Please. If you want to kill each other later on, I honestly don’t give a fuck. If I could go and save them myself, I would, but I can’t. I can’t wage this war on my own. Frankly, it’s terrifying not knowing what will happen. I am tired of this constant contest of who the bigger alpha male is. You all have big dicks. There, now, sit the fuck down and get on with the business, because I can’t take it anymore.”

Silence wrapped around us like a soft blanket, while my chest heaved after the outburst. I sat down and looked toward the dark screen of the television in front of me, unable to look at any of them.

“Did you just…” Atlas choked. “Did you just say that all of us have big dicks?”

“God, is that the only thing you heard?” I glimpsed at him.

“I mean,” he leaned toward me, his eyes laughing even though his face remained serious, “mine is the biggest one.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Atlas.” Indigo groaned and sat down. “Just do your little computer thing.”

Cillian settled down as well, and that’s when I saw it. His shoulders were shaking as he hid his face from us.

Dumbasses, all of them.

“Now, about Kieran and what he knows. Where are they?”

“The Red Manor,” Cillian answered immediately. “That’s where Nikolai Aster and my father kept all the boys and girls throughout the years.” He winced. “Our sources told us that they just got a new shipment, and they’re definitely not little kids.”

“So, you think it’s Dylan and Ash?” I asked, that small flicker of hope tingling inside my chest.

“Yes.” Cillian smiled at me. “But it’s going to be almost impossible to get them out.”

“Why?” It was Atlas who asked this time. “It’s just a manor isn’t it? It must have weak points.”

“It does,” Cillian confirmed and stood up again, pacing from one side of the living room to the other. “But it also has several guards, and you guys know how we train.”

Who was being trained? My eyes traveled over them. When the silence descended on us, I knew this wasn’t going to be anywhere near as easy as I’d hoped it would.

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