Queen of Chaos (Legacy of the Nine Realms, #5)(56)
Like Basilius, he had an uncanny resemblance to Knox, and I came to the conclusion that they must be brothers. The realization that they didn’t know what had happened to him or Liliana made sense since they’d been cut off from the Nine Realms, but I had my own puzzles to focus on. The last one in his line who’d held the ability to transform into a fire-breathing dragon was their grandmother, which meant something in this realm allowed them to take their dragon form. That made me question whether Hecate had intervened or if there was an internal constraint within the Nine Realms that hindered their ability to transform into beasts.
Ember was studying each male as if they were a meal she could devour. But her gaze continually returned to Basilius, even as she rattled. Although my guess was that Basilius looked and smelled like Knox, Ember’s undivided attention laser focused on him, remaining there entirely too long to be considered anything other than improper.
“It’s not him, Ember. Cool your shit.”
“But how do you know? Could it be him for like a long enough time to get off?”
“Absolutely not.” I snorted, which had Basilius’s eyes thinning.
They were dressed in poorly sewn pants and tunics that were threadbare and too thin to conceal the coiling muscles beneath the fabric. The brothers were clean shaven, save for Basilius, who had the same facial hair Knox had on his sharp jawline.
Dark, wispy ink covered his muscular arms and danced up his throat to his jawline, which was the only difference he held from Knox. As if he sensed me staring, his lips curled into a self-assured smirk that made my thighs clench against the imagery of him between them that he created. His dark head tipped and his oceanic-colored eyes leisurely returned the favor, growing hooded as they caressed over my breasts before landing on my exposed thighs.
“You came here from another realm. I’d like to know which realm it was?” he asked without taking his eyes from my naked thighs.
“The Nine Realms.”
“We know there’s nothing left of the Nine Realms outside of this one. We haven’t hidden in these mountains for the scenery, woman. I was in the Kingdom of Fire when it fell to your grandmother. I felt Norvalla falling as well and saw the flames Hecate left in her wake as she laid waste to my home. Lie to me again, and you won’t like what happens.”
“You’re wrong, Basilius. I’ve stood in the palace of Dorcha myself. I’ve even been to the castle in Norvalla. Knox, Brander, Killian, and Lore can all tell you the same thing I am. Hell, even Greer’s cankerous ass could tell you while he insulted you.”
“Greer would never insult a blood-born prince of the Karnavious line,” Basilius rasped. He rattled, which caused mine to roll out in a sultry, silky vibration of noise. “Why don’t you answer a straightforward question for me, love? Why the fuck don’t you smell like the other women of your breed? They reek of embers and cinnamon. You on the other hand, smell like desire and feminine sexuality that is strangely intoxicating and one hell of an aphrodisiac. I’ve smelled nothing like you before. Your rattle? It isn’t like theirs either. In fact, it’s sultry and addictive against my ears.” Basilius strode closer before he knelt in front of me, staring up into my wide eyes. His palm landed against my cheek as he murmured seductively, which forced my own to whisper through the room. A wolfish smile played on his full, kissable lips as he continued.
“So, what are you? Because I’m not an idiot. Zyion Vicious wouldn’t bother himself over some spoiled little princess. A sadistic prick like him? He’d eat you up and spit you out in one night without feeling bad about doing so. After all, he did murder your grandmother for King Karnavious. He also kept me and my brethren a secret from your father, Aria. But you? He didn’t keep you a secret from us. In fact, he told us right where you were on that field and made sure we had a clear path to you. So, what the fuck makes you so special?”
“No, I wouldn’t,” Zyion’s voice sounded as if it was coming from the hallway.
I fought to hear over the thunderous beat of my pulse pounding violently inside my head. When I attempted to draw magic to me and nothing came, my stomach bottomed-out. I’d been stupid to trust that Zyion was helping me. He’d wanted me to think he was on my side.
I scooted back from Basilius, who continued studying my face as panic clawed its way up my chest and wrapped its sharp nails around my throat. Footsteps sounded down the hallway, and the men turned toward the empty doorway, smiling. The blood drained from my face as the male I’d expected to save me from them, entered. Zyion smiled when he found me awake, but his eyes sparkled with calculation.
“I hope the princess wasn’t too much trouble, gentlemen. She’s a handful, but nothing we can’t deal with. Aria, I apologize for misleading you into thinking I was something I wasn’t, but I can’t have you running to daddy once you’ve learned what’s truly unfolding in this wretched, miserable realm he constructed, now can we, gentlemen?”
The men chuckled in response before Basilius responded.
“We were just having some fun with her. Plus, we were making sure you’d told us the truth, Dragon Slayer.” Basilius’s eyes roved over me, then flicked back to my face. “I can tell you one thing. The little princess isn’t a bird, as you said she was.”
Chapter Eighteen