Kyn’s lip curled as he eyed me, but he said nothing until Kolis prodded, “And what do you have to say about that?”
“I’m not that worried about Nektas,” Kyn replied, taking a drink.
Unable to stop myself, I laughed.
Kyn lowered his glass. “Did I make a joke?”
“It sounded like one to me,” I replied. “No one in their right mind wouldn’t be worried about Nektas.”
“Never said I was in my right mind.”
“Obviously,” I muttered under my breath.
Kyn’s eyes narrowed.
Resisting the urge to flip him off, I focused on Kolis. “You said you didn’t want to start a war. Destroying the Shadowlands will do exactly that.” A sour taste filled my mouth as I continued. “What we discussed before? Between you and me?”
Kolis’s fingers stilled as his entire focus zeroed in on me.
“How will any of that be possible if the realm goes to war?” I reasoned. “How will anything be possible then?”
The false King was silent as the other Primal’s eyes thinned into glowing slits. Seconds ticked by as fury and dread ate away at me.
“You’re brave, Kyn,” Kolis began. “And you’re loyal. For both, you have my gratitude.”
“You have more than that from me.” Kyn turned to the false King. “You have my army and my command.”
Kolis nodded. “Things have changed since we last spoke. Plans…have adapted.”
The look on Kyn’s face gave me the impression he knew exactly what had changed. “But you need those embers,” the Primal replied. I was a little surprised that Kyn knew I had them. “Because the reality of what must be done or what is to come remains the same.”
Kolis nodded slowly. “I haven’t forgotten.”
Exactly what were they speaking of? Kolis wanted the embers so he could Ascend to become the Primal of Life and Death—a being with unfathomable power. If successful, he could wipe out all the Primals and rule over both realms. He wanted power—ultimate, unending power. Knowing the stability of the realms would no longer be impacted by their deaths, why would any other Primal support that?
“I’ve maintained the balance all these years,” Kolis said. “There is no reason that will cease to be sufficient anytime soon.”
The balance? What had he said about that before? Maintaining balance and giving life. He’d said the cold-eyed Ascended were the product of that.
“We will not make any further moves against the Shadowlands unless provoked,” Kolis instructed, pulling me from my thoughts with a wave of relief.
“And if provoked?”
Kolis leaned back, his fingers once more drumming on the arms of the throne. “Then I will do what must be done.” He glanced at Kyn. “I’m relieved to see you don’t look too disappointed by my decree.”
The Primal smiled. “I’m not.”
“And why is that?”
Yes, why was that?
“Nyktos will likely be in a provocative mood once released.” He shifted his focus from Kolis. “Unless you plan to imprison him for a small eternity, he will be a problem.”
Kolis huffed out a dry laugh, causing me to tense. “He won’t be a problem.”
Oh, Ash would definitely be a problem. I felt my lips twitch—
“She draws the eye, doesn’t she?” Kolis drawled.
Oh, gods, not this again.
Kyn gave a noncommittal grunt behind the rim of his glass. I doubted whatever the Primal said would end the way it had for Uros, but one could hope.
Kolis eyed the other Primal for several seconds.
“My dear?” he called, causing the muscles of my back to bunch. “Why don’t you come closer?”
I hesitated, and that odd smile of his faltered. Knowing I’d pushed my luck by engaging not once but twice with those who’d entered the chamber, I reminded myself of who was at stake. I took a breath, clearing my mind so I could become nothing again.
Empty.
Unaffected.
Then, I rose.
Too aware of their stares, where they lingered, and knowing I’d been able to see through Dametria’s gown in the light, I slowly walked toward the bars. I knew why Kolis had summoned me closer.
He wanted Kyn to look.
Just as he’d wanted Uros to do.
My heart started pounding. I couldn’t remember in the moment if this was something he’d done with his favorites—showing them off. Enjoying the knowledge that others wanted what he’d claimed as his. It had to be, considering he’d been well aware of how many of the gods had looked upon me. And he hadn’t said a word to them.
Well, except the one he’d killed.
But Kolis looked more pleased than murderous as Kyn lowered his glass and his gaze.
“What do you think now?” Kolis asked politely as if speaking about a painting.
Kyn’s jaw tightened as his perusal swept over me.
Holding myself still, I wanted to feel absolutely nothing, but that wasn’t the case. There was still too much of me present, which meant I hadn’t become a blank canvas. In truth, Kyn was ogling my chest to the point where I wouldn’t be all that dismayed if my breasts withered and fell off.
“She does draw the eye,” Kyn muttered.
“I know,” Kolis said. “You don’t want to think that, but you do.”
My gaze darted back to the false King. A glow of eather pulsed around him, and as it had with Uros, his attention was fixed on the other Primal.
But he seemed different this time. The tension was gone. He appeared relaxed.
“What would happen if she wasn’t in that cage?” Kolis let that question linger in the silence between them. “If she weren’t mine?”
The Primal’s chest rose with a deep breath, and his lips parted. Clearly, he could imagine it.
And I was imagining slitting his throat to the bone.
Kolis watched the other Primal, a sort of feverish look settling into the flesh of his cheeks and the gleam of his eyes. “You’d be between those lovely thighs or in that equally lovely ass of hers.”
Kyn smirked as I inhaled sharply. Like hell, he would. If I weren’t in this cage, I would have both their cocks lying bloody on the floor.
Holding that image in mind, I returned Kyn’s smirk.
The Primal’s eyes went bright as he stiffened. “If she’s not who you believe her to be? Your graeca?”
My nostrils flared. So, Kyn was aware of who Kolis believed me to be. Exactly how many knew about Kolis’s obsession? Everyone?
“If she’s not?” Kolis’s fingers tap, tap, tapped… “You can have her when I’m done with her.”
A wave of prickly heat swept over me as I stared at the Primal of Peace and Vengeance. The nothingness in me swelled. It wasn’t embarrassment over them discussing me as if I were nothing more than cattle, nor was it fear.
It was rage.
“Yeah.” Kyn’s smile widened, showing his fangs as the embers thrummed. “Yeah, I’ll take her.”
He wanted to.
There was no mistaking the lust in his gaze and the few words spoken since Kolis had begun this game once more, but there was also a lot of loathing, and I knew in an instant what would happen if Kolis discovered the truth about Sotoria’s soul and I survived all he’d do.