And then…
My mouth tried to move.
I restrained myself. Barely.
“Allow it,” Cassius said in a thick voice.
“No!” I roared.
Cassius gripped my throat. “You will never be free of this unless you face it.”
“And if I never face it?”
“Then it will destroy you from the inside out.” Cassius released me. “I never thought you were a coward.”
Red filled my line of vision as I lunged for him.
He swatted me out of the way as if I was a fly buzzing around his head. I went sailing into the stainless-steel fridge and slumped against the ground.
“Mate,” Cassius said in a voice that dared me to argue. “Am I your king, Mason?”
And there it was.
The room fell silent.
Shame washed over me.
Had it been so long ago? When I’d been revered as a king? As a leader over all the wolves? I’d led them through battles, through centuries of war, and there I was, on the kitchen floor, weak.
Defeated.
Starving.
Pathetic.
“Are you saying that someone mixed vampire blood with angel blood, and somehow got it into him?” Serenity asked in a small voice.
“It would appear so.” Cassius shook his head. “I would have to go back in order to see…”
“Field trip.” Alex rubbed his hands together.
Used to his antics, Cassius nodded and then held his hands out.
Serenity gaped at all of us.
I stood and pulled her to my side as Cassius pressed a hand to my head. The room stilled.
And we were falling.
My family.
Me.
Everyone in the room who had touched his wing.
When my eyes opened…
I wasn’t in the kitchen anymore.