Page 42 of Hell's Storm

“Hollister?” Hazen asks.

Nodding, I continue. “She told me she was looking for the next heir. I don’t think she thought I would survive birth, so she was looking for Derrick and… Apparently, I have a long-lost younger sister.” The room is silent, with wide eyes all on me. I sit up, letting the covers drop a bit too low.

Ozias looks away. “Can you get dressed?”

“I second that,” Inarian grumbles. “It’s bad enough that I was pressed against…that.”

I frown, and I twist toward him. “Excuse me? I am a goddess, and you should feel lucky you got to even touch me for longer than five seconds, mister.”

He lifts a brow, but his eyes drop quickly and then move away. He was checking out my breasts.

“Go away before I burn you.” I try to push him out of bed, but he barely budges.

Jigsaw hands me his shirt, and I slide it on, not caring if anyone sees anything. Ozias still looks away, trying not to give me attention.

“I talked to my father,” I continue. “And I got my telum.”

Ryker’s brow raises. “What does it look like?’

“First, what did your father say?” Khazon cuts in.

I send him a glare before looking at Ryker. “Edris’s flame sword. It was gold and broken, though.”

Ryker’s lips curl into a smile. “That’s really cool.”

“Who is Edris?” Hazen asks.

“What did your father say?” Khazon asks again.

“Edris is my granddad who used the Flame in his telum to slay souls and demons before Soul Reapers existed,” I answer. The words flow from my mouth like I know what I am talking about. Flashbacks fill my head of a time that I’ve never had. Ones of the sword in someone’s hand that isn’t my own and the blaze as the Flame ignites from the golden blade.

“What did your father say?” Khazon asks once more, dragging me from my vision.

I roll my eyes. “Nothing significant. That I need to focus on taking the throne, not revenge.”

“Don’t you think that’s important?”

“How can I focus on a throne that isn’t even there?”

“You just burned Jigsaw in his sleep. Don’t you think it’s time to get the Flame under control before you hurt the only people who can stand you?”

His words would hurt more if his opinion actually mattered to me, but it doesn’t. His words don’t matter. He might be with me, but I don’t understand his motives. His not one of my boyfriends nor is he a protector.

“Think about someone else besides yourself, Asura.”

I cock a brow. “Excuse me?”

Hazen growls. “Stop it. Fighting won’t help.”

“No,” I cut him off. “Speak your truth, Khazon. Go ahead. You think I am selfish, yet everything I do is to save everyone else.”

“Like leaving?”

I roll my eyes. “I left because I knew what was going to happen! I knew what was coming!”

“And yet you are doing nothing to fucking stop it?” he snaps. “You’re only burning people and fucking. Fucking everyone in this fucking group.”

“Mad I won’t fuck you?”

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