Page 47 of Prince of Storms
“Good. Take your anger out on these. That was my thought, at least. Plus, up here, we can keep an eye out for your sister.”
I snarled at the mention of Rica, lightning flickering in my eyes.
Ty nodded and launched another one spinning into the sky, moving with extreme speed as he put his full inhuman strength behind the throw. I watched it go and flung lightning at it. The boltcrackedout across the distance, impacting the disc and shattering it into a thousand pieces.
The rumble faded.
“She’s going to wonder what the hell these sounds are,” I pointed out as Ty launched another without waiting.
“Rica?”
“No, Mia. She doesn’t know what we are. Thank god Rica didn’t say anything stupid about that. Though if she’d known Mia was there, I’m sure she would have, just to make my life more difficult.”
Overhead, the clouds continued to thicken. My mood wasn’t improving. In fact, the more I talked, the worse it got. Rica was throwing a wrench into the middle of everything. Damn that woman.
“You’re going to have to do something about her,” Ty said, aiming much higher as his arm came whipping around and released the disc.
“Which one?” I asked, sighting the target against the dark sky and releasing some of my anger.
“Both.” Ty watched as the disc sailed unimpeded, my attack missing its target.
I narrowed my eyes, and fresh lightning shot forth from them in twin lines, intersecting at the fast-moving clay target and blowing it to smithereens with aclapof thunder to match.
“Differently, of course,” Ty said, lifting two discs.
I eyed them suspiciously.
“You use two bolts; I use two discs,” he said, then spun twice in quick succession to launch them.
“Fuck.” I scrambled to blast them both, needing three strikes in total to eliminate both discs.
Ty paused, nodding at my efforts.
“How do I deal with them?” I said. “I have to keep Mia safe, but also somehow make sure she doesn’t know too much, and also ensure she doesn’t discover any more. Meanwhile, almost simultaneously, I have to stop my sister from being a psychotic bitch.”
“She’ll try to kill you,” Ty said. “And the last time she tried that, a lot of people around you died.”
“I know,” I grunted.
“Okay. I just wanted to make sure. Because I’m around you right now,” he said.
I cursed. Ty was worried about himself, as well as me. “I’m going to have to deal with her sooner rather than later,” I muttered.
“You’re going to have to kill her,” Ty said bluntly. “You know that, right? She won’t stop.”
“We could just go back to Storm Keep,” I countered. “Grab my mate, take her back there, and not bother with Earth anymore.”
“That still leaves a psycho out there,” Ty pointed out. “She’s unhinged, Tor. Tell me you didn’t miss that?”
I hadn’t. The look in her eyes, that almost vacantness behind the emotion. All her years on Earth as the only storm dragon had taken their toll on Rica. How had she stayed even as sane as she was, without anyone to truly relax and be herself around? What had she been doing?
“Fuck.” I gestured, and Ty threw. I hit it. “Faster.”
He grabbed an entire pile of clay targets and started throwing as fast as he could without waiting. I poured lightning into each and every one of them, blasting them apart almost as fast as he could throw.
Eventually, the last rumble of thunder faded. My mood was still sour. Perhaps worse. The skies were growing black, and I lifted a hand, flinging the rest of my anger into the heavens. The skies lit up, and thunder boomed.
“How the fuck do I kill family?” I asked, heading to the edge of the roof and gripping the stone wall tight enough that the mortar between pieces groaned in protest. “I’ve thought about it. I know I probably have to, but damn it, Ty, she’s mysister. We grew up together, were babies. She’s my twin. I …”
