Page 195 of Savage Throne
finally, I accepted what I’d always knew to be true whenever I saw them.
Romeo and Chanel are here. . .along with the rest of their ancestors. I don’t know if it’s true or not but that’s what I would like to believe.
I returned my view to my father.
He shifted beneath the tree and flicked his gaze upward as the crows stared down at him.
For the first time that night, I saw it.
Fear.
It was fleeting, a flicker in his eyes, but it was there.
Returning his gaze to mine, he walked away from the tree and approached Chanel’s body.
I tightened my grip on Soaring Precious and raised its point to the sky, readying myself for any attack.
Of course he didn’t come closer, but he did stop right next to Chanel.
People began to appear and settle into the stands.
Sun Tzu’s teachings filled my head.
He will win who knows when to fight—and when not to.
My father wanted me to lose control, to charge at him in a blind rage. He wanted to strip me of the discipline that had been drilled into me since I was a child.
But I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.
You will make the first move, old man.
He pointed to Chanel. “This is yourtrueMountain Mistress.”
I knew better than to rise to that bait.
His expression twisted into a smirk when he saw I wasn’t reacting the way he wanted. His next move was uncharacteristic—a sign that he was unraveling as much as I was.
To my shock, he unbuckled his pants with one hand as the other held Imperial Lament.
I raised my eyebrows.
What the fuck?
Time seemed to slow as he pulled his cock out and fully turned to Chanel’s lifeless body.
A collective gasp came from the newly forming crowd.
And then he pissed on Chanel’s dead body.
Wow.
The sound was loud, vulgar, a desecration that rebounded through the arena. The urine streamed down her already decayed form, pooling at the base of the chair.
The sight was nauseating, but it was his face that seared itself into my memory—his smug, twisted grin, the satisfaction in his eyes as if he’d accomplished something great.
And that stance of his—even though he was peeing—was one that said he hoped I would charge for him while doing it.
Nice try, Father.
