Page 103 of His Fate
When Allie let us know, told us Josh couldn't get him to shut up and the kids were upset, Kai made the decision to bring him out to the valley with them.
He doesn't think it'll be beneficial, isn't trying to use him as a bargaining chip but he's hoping that when Cyril sees Ivan he'll maybe hesitate before he attacks and allow for the opportunity to possibly talk him down or at least delay the inevitable a little longer.
Kai is pretty convinced that Cyril won't give a shit though. He feels the bastard is beyond the point of reasoning and would kill his own cousin if it meant getting closer to his throne.
Something I completely agree with, despite not knowing Cyril at all.
The wind picks up again and this time, this time as it gently blows around my face, rustles the grass I'm sprawled out in, I smell more than the forest.
The same disgusting scent Ivan carries is heavy on the breeze, so heavy and thick I can't deny what I'm scenting.
They're here,I send to my mate as I look through the scope, using it to try to see across the valley.
You scent them already?
Yes. Just beyond the hill. It's a huge number, sugar, and they fucking stink.
Kai chuckles a little.'This does not surprise me. Cyril is a vile creature, almost feral. I would anticipate his scent to be saturated with something that reflects that now more than it ever has.
Be safe, Kasimir. You be safe and make sure you walk out of here with that cocksucker's skull in your hand.
Just as I send him those thoughts, the man himself comes into view, his nasty yellow skin and hair, much longer and wiry compared to Ivan's.
Cyril is long and skinny, tall but not as tall as my dad or the Dragovihks and he looks far less muscled.
Quite honestly, Cyril looks like the devil himself, decked out in nothing but a loin cloth, some sort of cape, a necklace and a fucking crown made of...
Oh my god.
"That motherfucker is wearing a goddamn crown of claws on his head," I growl into the night.
"Son of a bitch," My dad growls back. "I can see bear, wolf, big cat and—"
"Fucking dragon claws."
Even this far away I can feel my dad get pissed, feel his blind rage and instant hate.
And the longer I stare at Cyril, I know exactly why.
When he turns his head to speak to the dozens of men behind him, I catch sight of something that freezes my blood in my veins.
Amongst what I tally to be twenty-seven or twenty-eight claws is an iridescent lavender one, long, hooked and razor sharp.
That son of a bitch has my mother's talon on his fucking head.
"Josephine, peanut, if for some reason your mate doesn't kill that motherfucker..."
"I'll do it for him," I grit as my eyes shift to his necklace, a necklace made up of eighteen fangs.
Eighteen for the clans he recently exterminated, which means he has my Kasimir's father’s fang on that rope.
I see them, beloved. I see them, I feel your pain, your anger and know without doubt, I will have that bastard's head on a pike before this night is through.
I know, sugar, and when you do we will plant that shit at the altar, offer it to Bozidar the Great as tribute, then I'm going to punt it across the yard, let the coyotes play with it for a few days and return it to the altar where it will remain. Where that son of a bitch can never cause this much pain again.
You, my perfect mate, may be onto something there. Cyril shall pay for what he has taken from us, from all of us and Ivan will follow next. We will avenge our loved ones and spare no one in the process.
I sigh and try to calm myself down.I love you, Kai. Yesterday, today and always. I fucking love you with all of me and don't you fucking forget it.
