Ancient grief joined the raging river flowing through him and filled him with the need to destroy. He glared at the offending goblet of Shayla’s blood, but couldn’t bring himself to waste something so precious. Kael whirled, nearly upsetting a long mahogany console table, and unthinkingly cleared it in one violent swipe of his arms. Candlesticks and a vase of flowers clanged and crashed against the floor.
The ornate door exploded open and a trio of massive bodies filled the entryway, guns and blades drawn.
“My lord?” Liam rasped, his eyes wild as he surveyed the room. Braeden and Daire followed suit, braced for a fight.
Kael shared a blood connection with the highest-ranking warriors that gave them the ability to sense his emotions, so he wasn’t particularly surprised by their appearance, though the last thing he wanted was an audience for his stupidity.
He glared at the bewildered men. The scene was almost comical. Liam, still in his full regalia associated with the feeding ritual, Braeden and Daire dressed only in boxing shorts, their taped fists revealing they’d come directly from a sparring match in the compound’s massive training facility.
“Jesus, smell that,” Daire whispered to Braeden as he lowered his weapon.
Kael leveled his narrowed gaze at the young warrior. Braeden placed a warning hand on his mouthy brethren’s chest.
Liam watched the exchange and turned to his men. “All is well. Leave us.”
Braeden bowed his head and stepped back through the door first. “Come on, Daire,” he bit out.
Daire inhaled deeply, taking the myriad scents still so thick and fragrant in the room into himself. Finally realizing everyone was waiting for him, he shook his head, bowed it and retreated.
Liam secured the door before nailing Kael with a questioning stare.
The king turned away and resumed pacing and ranting under his breath.
“My lord, how may I be of service?” came Liam’s voice after a while.
“You can leave.”
“I cannot.”
Kael flashed in front of him. “You can very well fucking leave.” His fangs elongated as he lashed out.
“I will not!” Liam stepped forward, apparently refusing to be cowed. “You really want to do this?”
They hadn’t come to blows in ages, but it had happened before. The king bored his gaze into Liam’s, but finally stepped back.
Liam eased his stance. “Where is she?”
“Gone,” Kael said as he looked down at the ground. His shoulders sagged as some of the fight went out of him. Everything just felt so…wrong.
“Did you—?”
Kael rolled his eyes at Liam. There was no way he didn’t smell that goblet of blood. “What do you think?”
“And, why—?”
“Christ, what are you? The Inquisition?” He drilled his angry stare into his brother in arms. Guilt flooded him. Minutes passed. “I hurt her.”
Liam frowned. “What happened, Kael?”
The thought of recounting all the ways in which he’d failed her exhausted him. “It doesn’t matter.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it.” Liam sheathed the silver dagger and holstered his weapon. “I’ve known you my whole life. You would never hurt a female. Not intentionally.”
“What do you want from me, Liam?”
“I want to know why you sent her away. Why her lifeblood sits there wasting. Why you are more distressed than I can remember seeing you in aeons.” He held out his arms.
“Oh, for the love… Fine. Her eyes were mismatched…one green, one blue. I covered them, because they were too damned fascinating. And then the hypnotism didn’t work. And she felt the cut of my blade, endured it without complaint. And I…I didn’t even fucking notice her pain. Then, as if she hadn’t proven herself worthy, she implored me to partake of her blood anyway, despite the way I’d failed her. I kissed her, Liam. And I drank from her. And then…”
It had felt so damn right.
But now she was gone. Her absence weighed on his shoulders, depressing him, squeezing his chest. Oh, the way he’d dismissed her… He groaned and scrubbed at his face with rough palms.
Liam gaped at Kael’s rush of words. “You drank from her?”
“Did I not just say that?”
“Kael, did you claim her? Is she—?”
His heart clenched. “Of course I didn’t. I cannot.” He met Liam’s questioning gaze. A dark realization rose up from his psyche, demanded to be voiced. “Liam,” he finally whispered, “I did not have to claim her. Somehow, I could tell…” He shook his head.
Liam sucked in a breath and his eyes went wide.