Page 70 of The Time Of Kings

I turned and couldn’t help but grin, despite my annoyance at having let her slip through my fingers.

“Fate has happened, brother. Fate that has finally blessed me.”

His eyes widened at that, knowing what it meant. The depths of my words were like they were being carved in stone. For I never spoke about Fate with such revere before. Not when most years I was cursing it for the wait had been nothing short of torturous.

“You are certain?” he asked, his sapphire eyes glowing at the thought of what this could mean for me.

“I am,” I told him, my voice absolute.

“But if this is true, then where is she?” he asked, making me release a snarl of frustration as I looked out to the countryside. But I also knew that she couldn’t have gotten far. Which was why I called forth my other form, my wings erupting from my back like a whip cracking through the air.

“She has escaped me…but not for long.”I then tossed the piece of glass I had been holding, which he caught with ease.

“That is her blood,” I told him as he lifted it to his nose, taking in her scent as I had done. His own Angelic wings emerged instantly as he now knew what I wanted of him.

“Your Chosen,” he said, the knowledge still shocking.

And as for me, I simply grinned, looked up at the full moon, and told him,

“Yes, and now…”

“We hunt.”

30

BITTER GOODBYE

DRAVEN 1799

Ihad searched and searched, but to no avail.

I was torn between a fury so profound and a pain I had never felt cut so deeply.

She had run.

She had left me, and the bitterness was almost as deep as that I now felt for my traitorous sister. I could barely believe it, for there was no other explanation for how she had escaped. Sophia must have been involved.

After Lucius and I had dealt with the villagers, a knowing dread had filled both our Supernatural veins. Each of us knowing we had been tricked. So many were responsible for this traitorous act against their King, as clearly Sophia wasn’t the only one to blame. Lucius’s own Chosen One, Lia…if that was even her real name… had also aided in the plot, one successful enough for me to lose my long awaited Electus. Which meant that she too would be punished, along with that of my own blood.

But there was also another, as the fool, Marcus, had also disappeared. And seeing as it was soon discovered that he wasthe one who caused the disturbance between the villagers, well it only meant one thing. That he had been the one to create a diversion.

Oh yes, fucking heads would roll! For none would escape my wrath. Of course, I still lived in hope to get her back, although I had to confess that as time went on, it seemed as though she had simply vanished. I couldn’t understand it. Days and days I had searched, my men spread out throughout the countryside, my reach stretching far further than she would have been capable of travelling.

Yet there had been nothing.

So, with nothing more to do, I had finally returned back to the one place I knew I would find bitter solace. For it was the last place that held the barest hints of her. Almost as if she had become a ghost beyond these walls, and I hated the scent of her on my bed as much as I craved to keep it.

However, what I hadn’t expected to find was something that had been tucked under the pillow.

A letter.

One that had once been addressed to this Amelia she knew. But her name had been crossed out, a harsh line through it as if done in haste. A name that had been replaced by another.

My own.

I swear my hands started shaking at the sight, unsure of opening it for fear of what I may find. My dread was something I was forced to push down into the pit of my stomach as I unfolded the paper. For what I discovered were her last ever words to me.

Dear Dominic,

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