Page 91 of His Fate

Andrej has hog tied him with iron shackles and chains, has another burlap sack over his head but that's not what has me shocked to shit.

No, it'shim.

Havok has always been big, taller and wider than vampires typically are but fucking hell, I don't remember him being this big. He's easily the same size as Andrej, definitely our height as always but from what I can see through the tattered rags hanging off of him, his body may actually be more grizzled than any one of us.

His clothes are falling off that body, full of holes and covered in dirt and dry blood, which is where the horrible stench Milos spoke of is coming from.

Havok's boots are new though, relatively new anyway, and top of the line military grade shitkickers.

Clearly he is still in a financial position to keep up with that, then again if he's been living in a fucking cave, I doubt he has spent much of the millions he had when we knew him.

He may not be dragon, but Havok had a hoard that rivaled my own.

Andrej glances at us, at me specifically, before he cuts the rope tying the sack around his neck and when he pulls it off to reveal a long, matted mop of blackest hair, hair almost as long as mine and a complete disaster, I actually gasp.

Our dear brother looks like shit.

Havok lifts his head on a deep, threatening growl, meets Andrej's ink black eyes with glowing red ones briefly before he spits on his chest, the saliva launched with force through a wild and unkempt beard.

"Fucking bastard!" he growls again. "Unchain me! Unchain me so that I may get my hands around your throat and crush your useless vocal chords!"

"Jesus." Milos takes a step back. "You weren't kidding about the wild beast thing."

Havok's furious red eyes snap toward him before scanning Henrich and I. An evil, devious smile breaks out over his face, his fangs fully elongated and razor sharp.

He looks completely insane and it makes me glad I left my mate in our bedroom.

Not that I think he would harm her. Despite his mental status, Havok would never harm a female, especially one of our mates, just as I know he would never actually harm us, not anymore than the scuffles we've been known to have, but still.

Between his size, his eyes and fangs, even my strong, brave Josephine would fear Havok in his current state and I would not blame her one single bit.

"Where is my trunk?!" he barks at Andrej, seemingly over whatever devious intent toward us he was momentarily entertaining. "Where is my trunk, you silent fuck?!"

Andrej's eyes stay locked on Havok's face, the two staring hard at each other. "My den."

"Then you will unchain me and once I have beat each of your stupid asses, you will take me to it so that I may leave and return to my searching!"

Andrej just shakes his head once.

"No?" Havok scoffs. "You deny me? Refuse to unchain me? What for, dear brother? Afraid I'll go too far, worried I won't be able to stop myself before I kill each of you?"

A muscle in Andrej's jaw ticks as his anger increases but does not overpower his sadness.

This miserable bastard is not the same man as we last saw him.

"I want to speak with the king," Havok growls, eyes narrowed on his best friend's face. "I want to speak with Bozidar, surely he will free me in order to prevent any gratuitous bloodshed."

My eyes snap to Andrej as he gets to his feet. "You did not tell him?"

One shake of his head.

Fuck.

This is not going to go over well.

"I am king," I say quietly. "King of what little remains of my father's kingdom."

"Bullshit," Havok spits.

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