Chapter 35
thirty-five
Killian
Despite the late hour, Killian knew his Sire wouldn’t be asleep.
Killian parked a block away from Drachen’s house to avoid his car’s roaring engine alerting his Sire, and he walked towards the stone structure that he’d fled from only hours ago.
The house was dark, but Drachen’s silver sedan was parked at the side of the house, indicating he was home.
Killian let himself inside and quietly headed for the sitting room at the rear of the house.
As expected, Drachen was seated by the fireplace, facing the window. Killian approached his Sire slowly. When Drachen sensed movement behind him, he whipped his head around to face the intruder.
“How the fuck did you get out?” Drachen’s eyes were wide, and his hand instinctively reached for his throat. Killian’s hand twitched towards Cataplexis, but relaxed as Drachen lowered his hand.
It was a rare moment when Killian could surprise Drachen, and a smirk crossed his lips as he relished the experience. He ignored Drachen’s question.
“I can give you Leseldh.” Killian’s voice was low and serious. He stared at his Sire intently.
“How?” Drachen’s question was soaked in desperation. It was exactly what Killian hoped for.
“I’ll destroy him.”
“We’d have to face the Council.”
“The Council won’t know it was me.”
It was a vague rebuttal, but Killian wasn’t prepared to show all his cards yet. Drachen was silent for a beat, as though imagining his dreams coming to fruition.
“What’s your price?”
“I want Eryn.”
“If you can bring Leseldh the Ending he so desperately deserves, I will gladly hand her over.” Drachen raised his hand to shake on the deal, and Killian found himself gripping Drachen’s hand in another agreement for Eryn’s freedom. Killian froze as Drachen’s hold tightened to a painful squeeze.
“But know this, Killian. If you bring the wrath of the Council down upon us again, I will do nothing to save you this time.”