Page 10 of God Touched

Arawan's smile widened, and that was when Imogen realized that she wasn't the only one in a mood that morning. He was annoyed she had left Wales, and he was going to fuck with her as much as possible.

That's just great.

Very subtly, she dropped her hand to her thigh and folded her fingers in so she was flipping him off. And then she took a seat as far away from him as possible.

"It is an honor to meet you, Lord of Annwn," Kian said and bowed low.

Arawan's eyes fixed on Imogen. "It's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance."

5

Imogen hated meetings. Before coffee and food, the world was a place that wasn't worth living in. Thankfully, the servant came in with pots of coffee and placed one in front of Imogen, along with a plate of pastries.

She pulled the plate out of Killian's reach. He could get fucked for forcing her to sit in on the meeting. It was not like she needed to be there. Especially looking like a half-asleep banshee while they all looked so neat and put together.

She was never her most mature before breakfast but didn't have the will to stop herself.

"…is that right, Imogen?" Kian asked.

"Hmm? What?" she replied, swallowing down her mouthful of sugary danish.

"The horde Kraken was the same you spotted in Ireland?"

Imogen nodded. "They looked the same. We thought Aneirin had made them, but if they are still kicking about, maybe they were Morrigan's to begin with."

"My warriors have ensured that any remains were dealt with, and they found no others," Arawan said. "It would be nothing for a creature that big to cross the Irish Sea. Might I suggest some patrols on the beaches, Prince Kian? I'm not sure if the humans would be able to fight them off. Even ones as talented with an ax as Imogen."

Imogen smiled, her cheeks bulging with pastry. Freya looked like she wanted to slide under the table and hide. Bayn and Killian were trying not to laugh.

"I have contacts in the human military. They can assist with the patrols. Hopefully, they were the only ones that made the journey," Kian said, trying to keep the meeting on track. "Imogen has said that you are here looking for Hafgan. Have you had any luck discovering his whereabouts?"

Arawan blew on his coffee, and Imogen quickly looked away. She didn't need to be subjected to that. It was too early.

Get through this meeting, and he'll go away.

"Hafgan has always been a sly bastard. I don't believe he will show his hand until he's ready to make his final moves. He will use spies and allies to try and infiltrate my court and sow as much discord as possible," Arawan said finally. "I haven't heard any whispers of his location, but it's only a matter of time before my own spies flush him out. Without Morrigan's protection, he will want to consolidate as much power as he can."

"And where is Morrigan? Should we be worried about her coming back and trying to get revenge on my sister because you saved her?" Imogen demanded.

Arawan let a sinister chuckle. "You think IsavedMorrigan?"

"Of course we do! She called to you, and you came to save her because of a debt," Imogen argued.

"Is that so? And you didn't stop for a moment to consider the truth?"

"And what truth is that?"

"That she's currently dying slowly, locked away in the darkest part of Annwn." Arawan rested his chin on a hand. "Because that is where she is. The deal I had with her was to save her, yes, and I did that. She didn't say anything about what I was meant to do with her afterward."

A chill swept over Imogen, and she looked away, unable to hold eye contact with him. She always acted defensively when someone pushed her, but it was so dangerous to forget who she was dealing with.

Killian cleared his throat. "Is that your way of saying that we will never be bothered by Morrigan again? Because we still have that sword, and I have a mate keen to finish what she started."

Arawan poured himself some more coffee. "Believe me, prince, there's no escaping where I put her."

"We thought that about the generals too, and yet, here we are," Bayn grumbled.

"I'm not some lazy witch like Morrigan," Arawan snapped, making every shadow in the room darken. "There is no way for her to escape. She barely has the strength to move, and it is only a matter of time before her essence is permanently gone. I suggest you keep that sword close anyway. It is quite the weapon."

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