Page 183 of Heart of the High King
“I want to wring his damn neck,” Aleksander growled.
It was at that moment that Alaric started to laugh. The Lich Sentinel rolled onto his side with his hilarity, and the other sentinels in the household watched their leader solemnly as he filled the space with loud guffaws. While Boian had spoken, the entire D’Vaire clan had found their way into the living area and were frozen at Alaric’s behavior.
Alaric’s chuckles finally tapered off, and he managed to straighten himself up on the sofa. Lifting his hands, he swiped away the tears on his face. “Conley?” he asked, trying to catch his breath.
“Yeah, you okay, buddy?”
“I doubt I’ve ever been better,” Alaric answered. “I have a plan, but it will take a little coordination because this is for every D’Vaire. Let’s call the entire extended family and get them here immediately.”
Phones were in hands, and soon people were strolling in, most of them in the full regalia they wore at work. All the while, Rafe was held by a man whose eyes were livid. Rafe’s head landed on Aleksander’s chest, and he was hugged tight while he wondered what Alaric had in mind. It was a relief to know that at least his father and brother were a continent away and not attempting to get anywhere near D’Vaire.
Within minutes, the whole gang was finding spots to sit in the great room. “What’s going on, Alaric?” Chrysander asked.
“Thanks to the advisory panel who crafted a law that was passed by the Council, the Sentinel Brotherhood has the ability to apprehend people who are outside our government,” Alaric stated. “Dra’Kaedan, if you wouldn’t mind creating a D’Vaire stone that brings us back to our headquarters, I want every sentinel in this room to come with me to Europe. How stupid was it of them to announce their location on television? I can’t think about it, or I’ll start laughing again.”
“You’re going to let us go?” Baxter asked. As one of the two men dedicated to protecting the Arch Lich, he and his mate often had to stay behind when the sentinels planned anything.
“Yes, that’s why I have the family gathered here at the D’Vaire bubble. This will not take us long, so no one leave the premises. This is for D’Vaire. I want the Skeleton Seven, Daemon Lords, Coven Lords, Prism Lords, and Dragon Lord to accompany me to apprehend not just King Kestle, Duke Sullivan, but King Boian as well.”
“Our father?” Worth asked.
“Yes, we can charge him with Council laws now,” Alaric responded. “He’s harboring two criminals, and I believe we have plenty of evidence of past crimes to at least be added to his sentence. I’m assuming here that the Kestles were charged with their offenses against Rafe.”
“They were. The moment they disappeared, we charged them so they could be apprehended,” Conley responded. “Go get those jerks. I know I can’t touch Boian, but I’d like to observe the interrogation.”
“Observe? No. You were his emperor, and the charges are from the Order of the Fallen Knights. By all means, come in with me,” Alaric replied.
Renny handed Dra’Kaedan a blue-black stone with the D’Vaire crest on the top, which he pushed magic into and offered to Alaric. “Go get those asshats. Nobody talks shit about D’Vaire.”
The sentinels teleported out, and Ellery turned to the Grand Warlock. “You owe Tiri two dollars.”
“Ah, crap.”
