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I turn my head and stare into the corner of the room, where I know Khaosti is keeping out of the way. But obviously, he’s no freaking help.
“An unbreakable bond,” Khronus continues. “That bestows almost unlimited powers. Together, we will find the Eternal Mirror, and we will control all of creation. And destruction. We will be true gods in control of all the worlds for all of time.”
As he smiles that creepy smile, I think I’m going to be sick all over his shiny boots.
“Your mother was taken from me. But now the gods have brought us together.”
Like hell they have.
“You’re in shock,” he murmurs.Understatement of the century.“This has happened so fast. I’m in shock myself. I need time to think, to decide the best way forward for us. The guards will take you to your rooms. Rest—” he peers down at me and frowns, then wrinkles his nose, “—and clean up. I will send food, wine, and anythingyou desire...?”
He looks at me with a question in his eyes, and I just shrug. A psychiatrist to treat his obvious delusional psychosis? Perhaps not.
But one thing is clear.
There is absolutely no alternative.
I’m not marrying that fucker. Which means he’s got to die.
Chapter 25
Way Too Many Shades of Pink
Iwait a few seconds after the door closes. Then I try the handle.
It isn’t locked.
I peer out. The hallway is empty, the guards gone. Looks like I’m back to being a guest and not a prisoner.
How long will that last?
I shut the door and turn to the seemingly empty room. “Your father is fucking insane,” I mutter.
Then I whisper a spell—and Khaosti appears.
He’s vibrating with rage. “If he lays so much as a finger on you, I’ll rip his head off.”
“You won’t have to. I’ll do it myself.Ick.”
Though it occurs to me that to touch me, he’d need to lower the wards. Maybe if I make it seem like I want him to—
No. Not going there. Not yet anyway. One glance at Khaos’s clenched jaw tells me this is not the moment to float the “seduce-your-dad” strategy.
His gaze rakes over me, checking for damage.
“You shouldn’t have come back,” he growls. “You’re right. He’s insane.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.” I blow out a breath and glance around the room. “Wow. This is...”
“The queen’s suite,” he snarls, waving a hand to an open door. Through it I can see a big pink and gold four-poster bed. “And that’s the queen’s bedroom. He put you in the fucking queen’s rooms.”
“More ick.”
“I’m going to kill him.”
“Hey—” I grin. “If I marry your father, I’ll be your stepmother.”
He stops dead, glaring at me. “Don’t even fucking joke about it.”
