Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
SILVANUS
Aidan. That bastard.
The filth had touched him.
No one could touch him.
My elf.
Mine.
A maelstrom of possessiveness rose inside me, completely unwanted but unbound. I kept a boot on it, gesturing for Paris to follow Medusa through the portal, ordering Elio to then follow me.
Paris is mine.
Mine.
Mine.
How could I have ever loved that golden-haired deity? My skin itched with regret, sickening flashes of memories of kissing Aidan making my stomach roil.
He would die an agonizing death for this. One that would drag on for many, many months. After he told me what he’d stolen from me to enrage my sister.
My poor, mysterious sister. Probably dead because of him.
This mission to expand the song wasn’t enough. I needed to do more, to hit harder, to bring war to Aidan’s feet. Tear the world apart to find him, stop at nothing until he begged for his pathetic life.
He would pay in blood.
Soon.
Mark my words…