Fate of a Royal (Lords of Rathe, #1)(34)
We’re not incapable of anything.
We just don’t fucking want to.
It’s all a bunch of bullshit. We should never have to hide or hold back our fucking gifts. Our parents agree, but we were told to stay under the radar, and our parents don’t give orders for the fuck of it. There is always a reason, one we trust in.
Snatching a discarded bottle of whiskey near the steps, I shove through the crowd and make my way to the front of the house, desperate to get the fuck away.
Away from my brothers.
Away from her.
I’m about to hit the footpath and pull up a portal to take me back to my room when someone catches my arm.
I pause, turning over my shoulder to see Alex blinking up at me with doe eyes. “Where are you going? The night is early.”
“I’m bored.” I glare at her, raising the bottle to my mouth and taking a long sip. I hiss through the burn in my throat. “And I fucking hate basic parties.” I shove myself out of her touch.
“Then let’s take it back to the lair.” Her finger comes to my chest, dragging a perfect white fingernail down.
I look between her and the movement. “Alex, if you don’t take your finger off me, I’m going to fucking cut it off.”
Alex shrugs, just as movement catches my eyes over her shoulder and I raise my head up to see Creed, Legend, Silver, and Sinner standing there with their toys for the night. Basic. Every single one of them.
“I think the girl is right, Knight.” Legend winks at me, clicking his fingers together as a large gold orb materializes in front of me. Mirror-like water stirs in the center and I feel the taste of magic in the back of my throat. “Think it’s time.” I watch as Legend and his toy are swallowed by the portal before the rest of them step through until it’s Creed and I left standing.
“We can talk about this tomorrow,” Creed murmurs, but I don’t give a fuck what he’s saying because I catch white hair shift out of the masses of people, with her little best friend. Cassandra Oakley is tucked under his arm, flashing a deep-set dimple smile.
Huh. Ben has game. Who would have thought? Not that Cassandra is a hard lay. She isn’t.
“Don’t even think about it,” Creed warns, and I tilt my head to the side, watching as hers tips back as she catches her laughter.
“It could be fun. Playing with a little human, I mean,” I tease, sidestepping Creed. I hardly ever tease. I leave the games to Sinner and Legend since they’re always filling their time with boring shit. Sex and chaos are our kinds’ thing, unless you’re Sin and Legend, who like to dabble with other hobbies to keep them occupied.
His hand comes to my chest. “If you do this, you can’t take it back. How will you explain everything she’s going to see?”
“What? I’ll—” I wave my hand around the place. “—do all that magic shit.” I pin him with a glare. “You mean to tell me that you don’t think she’s one of the hottest human girls you’ve ever seen? And the way she came undone…”
Creed’s lip twitches, but he doesn’t give anything away. Less than what I thought he would.
“I’m not asking for permission.” I make that shit clear, watching as London takes a shot of Fae dust—that she shouldn’t have been able to see, but figuring out who gave it to her is an issue for another day—and hands it down the line to her friends. “And besides, the girl is fucking wasted.”
I shove Creed out of the way, and just as she and her little posse are about to walk the opposite direction down the road, I drop the seal that was hiding us and reach for her hand. On impact, my palm ignites into flames, and she turns slowly, her eyes coming to mine.
“Knight?”
I ignore the idiots she surrounds herself with. “You’re coming with me.”
“But my friends.” She gestures to them, and before I can give her time to say no, I pull her in closer. She can’t see the portal, she’s not made of magic, but if she did, I’d be able to blame it on the Fae juice she’s been sucking on like a fucking calf does its mother’s tit.
“Knight—” Her voice is cut short when I cover her mouth with my hand and step us both through the murky water. She stops fighting when gravity gives way and our bodies turn upside down. An eruption of colors rains down around us as her little body goes limp. I hear the loud crack vibrate behind me as the portal closes and we continue to swim through time. Either Creed threw her crew in too—which knowing him he would—or he shut it down and is playing mind games with Ben.
A bright light mirrors back at us from deep in the tunnel, and as seconds fly past us, that same circle gets bigger and bigger. The landing is rough, especially if you don’t know how to do it, which London won’t. Aside from that too, she’s also human. It will kill her on impact. It should. I should just let her splatter and be done with it.
A sharp pain stabs at my chest at the thought and I grit my teeth, ignoring that bitch.
I intensify my grip around her mouth and flip us around, so I land first to stop the blow. Crack! The back of my skull cracks on collision and death crawls its long fingers over the sides of my cheek for a second before receding.
London doesn’t move in my grip, and when I see Creed jump through the portal and it slam shut behind him, I don’t know if I’m relieved he didn’t shove someone like Ben down with him, or panicked? Angry? I don’t care. Having her beneath my grip is everything I want. I want to tear through her mind to see what goes on inside there. Maybe she could tell me why I’m so fucking obsessed with her. Or maybe I should just punish her.