Page 12 of Detonation
What place do I hold in her life? What purpose do I have? There is nothing that I can do for her, nothing that I bring to her.
But I love her. While I’m not her true mate, mysoulloves her.
I find my new resolve. The only thing I can do for her now is to take Anshar out. Even if that means giving up my own life.
The sound of glass shattering draws my attention back to the present. Shards of the black glass that held wine in it moments before, lie scattered on the floor, the liquid pooled around it like a bloodbath.
Anshar rages about Lana’s absence and I breathe a sigh of relief, glad that I have more time.
I've hovered in the corner of our shared mind since we came to this realm three days ago, observing Anshar to try to find a weakness to exploit. In such little time, it's become glaringly obvious that he’s unfit to rule.
He’s unhinged.
That's saying something since all the dark fae are a bunch of sick bastards. With how sadistic they all are, I would’ve thought they’d flock to Anshar and idolize him, but they don’t.
Anshar is under the delusion that he’s in control but I notice the way Sebastian curls his lip at him in disgust. Anshar is blind to the real ruler here.
In the forty years of Anshar’s absence, Sebastian has run this kingdom and wiped out the majority of the resistance from the light fae. He clearly has the respect of the men working for them. In the war room meetings that Anshar has insisted on holding for the past few days, the men turned to Sebastian as Anshar tried to establish new tactics, silently showing where their loyalty belongs.
Sebastian might be the weakness I was looking for.
It's only a matter of time until he and the generals turn on Anshar and I’m certain it will end in our death. I'm okay with that. I've accepted it as the best solution.
I'd rather these men kill us than Lana having to do it.
In my heart, I know she wouldn't be able to follow through and her hesitation will get her killed.
The room remains silent, no one daring to openly question their ‘leader’ yet.
A swish of a skirt draws our eyes to the doorway, a busty redhead filling the entrance.
Great.
The newest Lana wannabe for him to distract himself with. It never works. He always ends up in a rage and kills them. The first night was soul-destroying to witness my hands doling out the violent death.
When we’d crossed realms to come into this world, I raged like a madman, telling him to choke on a sweaty donkey dick, screaming I was going to find a way to kill him, even if that meant my own death.
He shoved me into what I consider solitary confinement, confining me to utter blackness, an unending abyss. I’ve come to the conclusion that this is where I was when I blacked out previously.
In the days that passed, however little they may have been, it felt like my connection to my body was fading, like I was further and further away. I was becoming nothing, barely existing.
As his infuriation with me subsided, the tight lid on the solitary lifted as he lost his firm grip on it. I tucked myself into the far corner of our mind, undetected, biding my time until I better understand our dual soul and how it works.
I can’t afford to anger him right now and find lose my tether.
Watching the life drain from the women’s eyes reminded me that it could be Lana and, multiple times, I’ve had to reel in my anger, cautious of not alerting him and being shoved back into the abyss. I can't risk it. I have to hold on until I'm sure he isn't a threat to her anymore.
I owe it to Lana and my brothers to do everything in my power to destroy this kingdom from within.
By the time I die, there won’t be a piece of this kingdom standing.
Please stay away, Lana.
His time will come. I have to be patient and continue to observe for any openings to take him down. If Sebastian doesn't grow the balls to overthrow Anshar, I’ll have to have a backup plan.Can't have all my eggs in one basket.
Anshar stalks over to the woman in the doorway, the broken glass crunching beneath our feet, and I shut off my emotions as he bends and grabs a jagged piece. I know what’s coming, his signature marking.
He continues toward her and grips her chin tightly in our hand, her eyes flaring in lust at the dominant move.
