Chapter Finare
Finare
Finare rolled his eyes as Voresta fixed his hardened stare upon him.
“We’re putting her at risk by being here.” Regret was evident in Voresta’s voice.
“What, in the Daybreak room? No Vampires ever come in here. I doubt Killian would even waste his time checking this room.”
Finare felt conflicted. Although his guilt over the incident at Lunarian ate at him, he wasn’t sure that holding Ivy captive in Veldmoor was the best way to handle the situation with Killian. Nor was driving her away with squabbling. But Voresta was itching for an argument tonight, it seemed.
“I’m not willing to rest on the hope that he’ll be lazy.”
“Look, he bumped into her one time. I haven’t seen a trace of him in the last week. Who knows if he even takes his orders seriously? He might decide not to End her.” Finare wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince—Voresta, or himself.
“You shouldn’t underestimate him.”
“Don’t you think that what happened with Elia was payback because you were both into her?” Finare lifted his hands in a palms-up gesture as he spoke.
The utterance of Elia’s name sparked a reaction from Voresta. His hands clenched into fists, and Finare knew his Broodmate was struggling to keep his emotions in check.
“And don’t you think he’d target Ivy just to spite me?”
“That’s assuming he thinks you even give a shit about her. Which, let’s face it, if Leseldh didn’t ask you to protect her, you’d be at home pummelling that punching bag of yours.” Finare gestured in the direction of the bar as he argued.
Finare’s statement sent Voresta’s gaze flicking towards the bar. But when Finare’s eyes followed, he realised Ivy was gone.