Page 112 of Blinding Light

He shouted when the first pair of teeth sank into his flesh and yelled when a second pair joined in.

He begged when he knew his time had come.

He never stood a chance as he was cruelly murdered in front of the Luminary and people of the public, who gave them loud applause and praised their justice. Who internally prayed that it wasn’t them who’d be killed next.

The kill was cruel and bloody. It was violent and oh, so fucking sweet.

It was over too soon.

Wiping his bloody mouth with a bruised knuckle, Moargan huffed out a laugh at his father’s state. “You look worse than I feel.”

“Good light, I needed this.” Milanov stood against the car, his head tilted back, his legs spread. A young Luminary guard sat between his thighs.

“I’ll wait for you in the car.”

“I won’t be long,” Milanov replied, snorting when Moargan made a sound of disgust.

“Any other news?” He asked the driver, who sat behind the wheel with a face white as a sheet. “Your f-friend called while you were—” He stopped himself.

Moargan called Yure back immediately. He was the one who’d been holding his calls.

“Moargan?” Yure sounded out of breath.

“What’s up, brother?”

“It’s Cyprian.”

“Cyprian?” An ice-cold jitter ran through Moargan’s veins. “What the fuck happened to him? Did they?—”

“We’re on our way there now. He was found on a bench at the station, completely out of it. We’re almost there now.”

“What the fuck? Father! I need to gonow.”

“Take the car.” Milanov waved him off, gaze focused down.

“Moargan, go home instead,” Yure called through his multi-slate. “We’re already at the station. It will take you longer to get back.”

“He’smyother half.”

“AndI’m your best friend. Go home. Vandor!” Yure shouted. There were muffled voices in the background, followed by the slamming of doors, then Yure was back. “Cyprian’s here. He’s safe. He doesn’t seem to be injured. He’s unconscious. Vandor called in medical. Go. Home. We’ll meet you there.”

Cars approached—an ambulance, though the corpse didn’t need any nurses anymore, and more Luminary.

“I’ll drive with Zimeon,” Milanov said, approaching. He frowned. “What’s wrong? Is it Helianth?”

Moargan shook his head. “It’s Cyprian.”

“What about him?”

“He was found by the station. Unconscious.”

Milanov let out a string of swear words. “We need Kylix awake.Now. Go to Cyprian, and stay connected, damn it. We need each other now more than ever.”

The ride home felt like forever. By the time he got home, Moargan was exhausted. His gems ached, the craving for more violence and destruction rising with every breath.

He was on-fucking-edge, he was worriedandhe had questions.

Ignoring the kitchen and its occupants altogether, he headed straight for his sleeping quarters, dismissing the guards who stood in front of his bedroom door.

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