Page 41 of Hell's Storm

He cocks a brow.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Why would I call you my only daughter if you aren’t my only daughter? I would never lie to you like that.”

I roll my eyes. “Just about why the fuck you sent me to the academy.”

“I sent you there to get your hellhounds. It’s not my fault you can’t fucking bond with them. You’re not even trying!”

I scoff. “I’m busy dealing with the death of my brother.”

He shakes his head. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know I had another daughter.”

“How many women did you fuck in Faeland?”

“Too many to count,” he says with a shrug. “I was young and stupid. I had been King for a while and wanted to go wild. So, I did.”

“You made people fucking hate you and me. You fucking made me hate you. You lied to me!” Heat caresses my body.

“Calm down!”

“Calm down?” I snap, flames bursting around me. “You left me. You didn’t even fight to survive.”

“I can’t change the future! No one can.”

I let out a scream. This time, in flames, I see a weapon, a broken sword, to be exact. But it’s gone before I can grasp it.My telum.

Blinking, I take a few breaths, harness all the anger inside of me, and push it out. Flames burst around me, and the sword appears. Reaching, my fingers wrap around the handle before I yank it from thin air.

My father gasps. “Edris’s Flamma gladius.”

Flame sword?The blade is golden instead of the standard silver. The handle is wrapped with green ribbon for better grip, and the blade is fully snapped.

“Edris is your grandfather. A long time ago, the gates of Hell broke, and souls escaped. That sword single-handedly slayed most of the souls and demons. That’s when the Grim Reaper made Soul Reapers. They were made to keep souls and demons in line from then on out. No one ever thought we would see the sword of Edris again.”

I look at the snapped blade. “Some flame sword.”

“It’s powered by how you control the Flame. So, you just control your anger and make it come out. Are you getting better with the Flame?”

I shake my head. “The anger for this whole situation is all too overwhelming.”

“Learn to control it and claim the throne. Don’t worry about getting revenge for me.”

Huffing, I roll my eyes. “I’m not getting revenge for you. This is for Fenric.”

I wake up, sizzling against a cold body. My fingers run along a massive, freezing chest.When did Jigsaw get cold?I look up to see Inarian in bed with me, looking unamused.

Staring, I lean in a bit. “Did… you step on my head?”

“What?!” he snaps. “You were heating up, basically burning Jigsaw.”

Oh! Makes sense.I press myself further into him before realizing I am still butt naked.

“Try not to get too handsy,” Ledger snaps, making me glance over the covers. Everyone is in the room, and Jigsaw is dressed.Sad.

“What were you dreaming about?” Jigsaw asks. “I tried waking you…”

I let out a sigh. “I met an elf woman today who explained why Circe came here to attack the village.”

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