Page 2 of Killian
“That and he and Delilah were friends. She understood and wanted a child of her own,” Thesis nodded.
“Oh, good,” Pax sighed. “I’m out of options. You go be King, and everyone leave me out of it.”
Out of options? His son was a pile on the floor, and he was out of options. The gods didn’t care about any of us.
“That is not true!” Fate grumbled, and Ere squeezed my shoulder to keep me quiet.
“Do you have another suggestion then? A Shifter cannot run a Pride. Look how well that turned out,” Enzo grumbled.
Thesis nodded. “Oh, do be a good Killy and help us, will you?”
I rubbed my temples. “I want things.”
“Name them!” Thesis clapped her hands together. “A car? New clothes?”
“He’s not selfish,” Ere murmured.
“How is that selfish?” Thesis asked. “He does need a vehicle. No one counts spaces in Banthard.”
I held my hand up, and she got quiet. “I need money to run the Pride, a First, and a Guard because I cannot keep up with everyone and protect myself. I also need a place to live. MacLaden House is an accident waiting to happen.”
“And a car?” Thesis raised her eyebrows.
Ere patted her shoulder. “An SUV.”
“Ooh!” Thesis grinned. Ere pulled her out of the conversation to discuss roaring engines with pretty paint jobs.
Fate rubbed her temples. “We’ll take care of the house. I do love the idea of an accident.”
I landed on the graveled drive of the MacLaden Estate and almost fell because I hadn’t expected the change in venue. Ihadn’t agreed to anything. The terms hadn’t been set. No blood, dammit! I tried to count spaces to my room at Bonnie House, and all my things landed in front of me instead. Thunder shook the ground, and rain fell in heavy, fat drops.
The gods hated me.
Lightning crackled across the sky, and the tent I had from camping, like humans, caught my attention. They’d been thorough in packing my things and kicking me out of my nice, dry bedroom. They had not given me time to set it up before the thunder rolled in; the lightning raised the hair on the nape of my neck and shot straight down onto MacLaden House. A person stood in the window above the entryway on the second floor before the whole house collapsed.
I raced towards the rubble and began tossing boards and heavy stones from one of the fireplaces out of the way, hoping not to find some broken body beneath.
“What are you doing?” yelled into my right ear.
“Looking for the person standing at the window!” I yelled over the rain.
“That was me.”
I paused then and turned my head, coming face to face with Axl Donadieu. “You’re dead!”
“I figured that out. You don’t want to live here.”
I swiped my forehead with my soaked sleeve, which didn’t help me at all.
“I’ve a house a mile from here,” Axl said.
“Is it sound?”
“Currently, it’s quiet.”
I glared, and he held his hands up. “Fine, it’s sound!”
“What were you doing in there, then?” I yelled.
