Page 154 of Wicked Heirs

Damnation!

I scrubbed my hand over my face, trying to push it out.

I needed to focus right now.

The most obvious way to stop all of this, the stupidmission,and the dangerous path they were headed down was to alert my father.

Orpheus had blocked my first attempt.

And I hadn’t tried again because I’d realized that if I did then it would implicate Saryan Hart and he’d be arrested at the very least. It would be my fault that Orpheus would have his father taken away from him.

I’d been stuck after that, trapped, really, into just allowing it to continue.

Until I’d realized there was another solution.

Me.

Icould stop them in their tracks.

I was the heir of the most powerful sorcerer in existence.

Being turned had compromised my power, but not because of the vampire aspect.

Because ofme.

No one knew the truth, not even my father.

That truth was that not embracing my demon stopped me from accessing more of my power.

When Alena had fed me her angel blood it had enabled me to access it and draw on it safely, her blood and its angelic properties having provided a barrier of sorts to it growing out of control. It had also curbed my bloodlust significantly.

Really, as a vampire it should have been the opposite. The scent of angel blood was like crack to vampires. But once I’d allowed my magical side out more, it had actually resulted in the opposite happening—it had stabilized me.

Now I knew that sensation was a possibility, it had shifted things.

But I needed help to be sure, to figure out how to do it without her blood in play.

I knew I needed to focus on the feeling of tapping into the demon and everything being okay when I had.

The best person to go to at Electi Academy was Professor Callum Cornwell. On the surface. He’d helped Orpheus with his issues in that respect.

But with Cornwell’s connection toObsidian,I didn’t want him to have anything to do with this, to even know about it.

The dean being an experienced sorceress would have been a good bet too, but she was in direct contact with my father about my progress, and ensuring he didn’t know I was struggling meant I couldn’t show this side of myself to her, because she’d just report it to him.

So I’d chosen Professor Dante Wilhelm, Vampire Elder, instead. He’d dealt with vampirism for centuries upon centuries and he was the most stable being ever. That was what I needed to understand, how he walked that line, where the balance was found. The magical aspect I could handle myself once I sorted the rest out.

All these years and I’d resigned myself to never being able to do this, to access any more of my power, but now Alena had accidentally given me that hope, everything was different.

And now it was needed.

Professor Wilhem did have a connection to my father as a member ofExemplar,but they weren’t close. In fact, Wilhelm didn’t like that my father was such a celebrity because ofSabre Tech. He was old school believing that all supernatural beings should keep a low profile so as not to risk exposing our world to humans.

My father was another level, though, he knew well what he was doing and he was exceptionally careful and exceedingly smart, a step above all the rest.

Another reason I’d chosen Wilhelm was because one of the subjects he taught, and with great passion, wasEthics.Something that was needed right now with everything going on. Someone who thought similarly to me.

I’d believed that person to be Alena, but sadly I’d found out that night that it wasn’t the case.

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