Growling, I cursed him to Sheol and back.
Jar tensed, his blue eyes wary. “I want you to know that I have gone over my findings multiple times. The end result was the same every time…Daemon, the childisshifter fae,” the ancient rubbed at his crystal blue eyes, as if he had been up all night as well, “and she is shadow fae.”
My brows rose. “That would be almost impossible. Even if we forget the fact that the fae are sterile, the other fae races don’t associate with shifters…until Finlandia. And the shadow fae are gone!” I shook my head. “Not to mention, to carry both traits. Our makeup chooses the most dominant side of power, always.”
The master healer nodded. “Yes, all of what you say is true…normally. But Riella is no normal faeling. She harbors equal shifter and shadow fae power within her. Her parents are very powerful—very equal beings.”
I frowned at her features once more…the sense of familiarity only growing stronger. “If I am to accept this, then who are her parents?”
“I need you to try to stay calm for this Daemon.” Jar pleaded. He never pleaded.
My stomach turned, seeing the deeply set worry in his ancient eyes.
I growled low. “Tell me.”
“Riella is the daughter of General Remnant Dark.”
Rearing back, like his words were a slap to my face, my chest heaved and something fractured deep inside of me, golden power surged forward, pulsing loudly in my skull. I rose when my vision blurred with looming bloodlust in an attempt to control the rising power while the sound of splintering wood and breaking glass filled the room.
I roared when strong arms embraced me, reflexively lashing out viciously with my claws.
"Remnant is mine—my soulmate!" A low eerie keen escaped me. It just couldn't be possible. Whoever this male shifter was…goddess—fuck.
“Calm yourself!”My beast’s voice rose over the thundering golden power. "Breathe, Emon. Breathe. You are hurting the healer.Hurting Jar.”
As if I was doused in a bucket of ice cold water, I froze. The red haze cleared and I shook my head holding back the sob that threatened to rip out of me.
"I should have found Remnant sooner…I should have…."
“Daemon.” Jarquinn whimpered, pain straining his voice and drawing my attention.
My beast's words finally registered and I blinked at the sight of Jar pinned to the wall by his shoulders with my claws. Blood seeped into his light blue robes and I stared, realizing what I had done.
“Fuck!” I snarled and ripped my hands away, trembling with shame and horror.
Jar exhaled shakily with relief, sliding down the wall and waving his hands over the wounds instantly healing them.
“Forgive me, Jar.” I bowed my head, gripping it in anguish.
A wet towel was thrusted under my bowed head and I heard the healer chuckle. “There is nothing to forgive Daemon, I had foreseen this. I am only sorry for the pain it has caused you.”
“Do not make excuses for me, master healer.” I hissed back, taking the towel and wiping furiously at my bloodied hands. “I am the damned king of The West Isles! I don’t lose control, I can’t lose control, and I damn well don’t attack my own family! I won't be like him!”
Jar shook his head. “You are many things Daemon Ash Strider but you are not your father…your control right now is a testament to that. You’ve just learned that the fae you love has a daughter.” He chuckled and shook his head again. “Your father would have shredded this place to pieces with such knowledge.” He gave the splintered prime root that I had ripped off in my rage a forlorn look. Its severed limb was across the room, littered with broken glass, the source of the crash I had heard. “However, I do believe it will be some time before the prime root trusts you again.”
I eyed the stump of the ancient tree shamefully. “Apologies, Prime. I was not…myself.”
The tree shuttered and Jar chuckled. “Another difference between you. Your father would have never been caught apologizing to a tree.”
I cursed and started to pace. “Why hasn’t Remnant said anything about this?” I scrutinized the girl and then I saw it. The black hair, the dark lashes, the heart shape of her face. She lookedjust like her mother…except the faeling’s skin was tanned almost bronze—nothing like the flawless pale skin of my soulmate.
Jarquinn pondered my question a moment, tapping a long finger to his pursed lips. “Because…she does not know. Daemon there is more—”
“What?” My head snapped up. “How could she possibly not know?”
“There is more...” He said again slowly.
“Fucking goddess!” My hands could not stop raking through my hair as I prowled agitatedly. “What of thefather, this fucking shifter fae. Is that the more you need to tell me?” I choked on a growl. How could this fae ever leave Remnant alone with a child? He was below the worst scum of Faerie, I would eviscerate him…then order Jarquinn to heal him before eviscerating him again, repeating the process over and over. “I'm going to kill this asshole."
