Page 29 of Rose and Shadows
“Adores you? You think he’s in love with you?”
“I know it. He’s told me. The more sadistic I am, the more that love deepens.”
“Huh,” I said, slapping my hand to the door in a faux casual stance. “So you’re fine knowing that he’s also obsessed with Lazriel Thaine, then? That he’s explicitly stated numerous time that he wants him—not just to torture him. He wants to make Lazriel his.” I made a show of thinking on it. “I guess it’s an open relationship with the two of you.”
He roared and charged the door.
Of course, before he even fully hit it, he was blown back by the magic enveloping the space and he staggered, only just managing to maintain his footing. I saw him snap his palms up in an instinctive urge to call his magic, but that wasn’t possible all the while he was trapped inside the cell.
Instead, he bellowed at me, “You fucking cunt! You don’t know shit! Victor only cares about Lazriel from the standpoint of trying to spare him from our leader wanting Lazriel’s head on a spike! It’s some weird sire-sireling thing between him and Remnant. Remnant has forbidden the wolf-vampire hybrid from being harmed and Victor is just upholding that because he’s sired to that fucker. We’re working on breaking that hold, so it’s not gonna be a problem soon. He’ll be free. Some hardcore Dark Fae mind-meddling mixed with black magic and the Celestial magic Morien’s in possession of now… it’ll force Remnant to release his hold on Victor. Mom and Dad are already using Celestial power to boost their mind-meddling, so the black magic added will be another level.” He shoved a hand through his hair. “And Remnant’s just being a cunt too because he wantsto stick it toPuritasand he knows well how important it is for us to make an example out of your bitch boyfriend.”
Wow.
I’d known once I worked him up into a rage, he’d reveal a whole lot.
It was also good to know that many of his supposed facts were skewed. And even he didn’t know that Lazriel was Remnant’s son.
His revelation about the mind-meddling was extremely disturbing.
While he was still in a rage and now pacing and smashing his fist into the bench, I went on, “And mom and dad? They’re capitulating to your leader as well now? That Light Fae trying to spout off orders to your beloved Victor during the attack at Sylas’ place?” I cocked my head to the side. “Let me guess, they’re both on their knees servicing him, whoring themselves out for more power and influence?”
He bolted toward me again. “Shut the fuck up!Cunt!”he bellowed. “You revolting half-breed!”
I slapped my hand to my heart in mock offense. “Cutting deep,brother.”
“Stop! Don’t ever fucking call me that again! You’re nothing to me! You’re a stain on my legacy. On our parents! They’re fighting to rise above that, above you dragging the Tenebris name down, working with Gregor Varsellis, our absolutely revered leader. They don’t kneel and he’d never do that to any of us. He’s above that. He’s pure in every way. How dare you even suggest that? Mom and Dad are providing him numbers and access to high-level Dark Fae mind-meddling, which he’ll spread all over the place, through the Covens and the schools and academies, so anyone can be infected and controlled soon. Unless they do Mom and Dad’s bidding. That’s extreme power in their hands! See? You don’t know a fucking thing!”
Gregor Varsellis.
He’d just revealed the name of the leader ofPuritas, something that wasn’t even known to the likes of the Guardian Movement or the Unity Council.
Holy. Hell.
I kept my expression unchanged as he continued cursing at me.
The Dark Fae plot had also been made a lot clearer.
“You’ve been extremely helpful, Sorin.”
He came to a sudden stop, his hateful cursing getting caught in his throat.
I saw the second he realized what he’d done, what he’d let slip.
“No,” he choked. “No.”
I pulled a special pair of black gloves from the back pockets of my pants and slipped them on, beneath his viewpoint due to the height of the barred window in his cell door.
“You can take comfort in the fact that your last act was to assist the persecuted.” I smiled. “Your information will protect so many.”
He went to charge the door again, but I teleported through it, my purple power sparking through my right glove as I slammed my hand to his chest and sent him flying into the opposite wall of the cell.
He landed hard against it, his back jarring brutally, and he slid down the wall in a heap.
I pulled Sylas’ dagger free and ripped off the sheath, my gloves protecting me from the burn of iron against my skin.
His eyes widened and he scrambled against the wall, but failed to get to his feet due to both his panic and shock.
“You’re gonna kill me? In cold blood?”
