When Darkness Ends(Guardians of Eternity,book 12)(77) by Alexandra Ivy
But unlike Henlin, Anthony had no personal charm to earn the approval of his peers. And worse, he couldn’t disguise his disgust for the demons who were constantly seeking his father’s advice.
It was painfully obvious from a young age that he would have to use force to claim the position he so desperately desired.
“You know nothing of my father,” he rasped.
“I know that he was a man of great honor.” Caydeyrn pressed despite the fact that Henlin had died long before he’d ever been born. “He is a legend among the druids.”
Without realizing he was moving, Anthony had reached for the dagger he’d laid on the altar, his entire body clenched with fury.
“Don’t,” he warned in a lethally soft voice.
Either indifferent or blind to the danger, Caydeyrn refused to back down.
“I only speak the truth.”
Anthony lifted his hand, distantly aware that his hand was shaking.
“My father was blind.”
The pale blue eyes narrowed. “He saw you clearly enough,” the older man accused. “Which is why you killed him.”
With one swipe of his arm, Anthony was slicing the knife through Caydeyrn’s throat.
That shut up the old fool, he grimly acknowledged, mechanically reaching for a wooden bowl as the druid tumbled to the ground, blood leaking from a thin red line at the base of his neck.
Adjusting the bowl beneath the dead man’s neck to capture the blood, Anthony sat back on his heels and grimly struggled to squash the memory of his father.
It hadn’t been his fault that Henlin refused to listen to reason.
He’d devoted years to proving to his father just how dangerous the demons were to their world. But had the stubborn old man believed him? Hell, no. In fact, he’d dared to bring one of his fey whores into their home.
That had been the final straw as far as Anthony was concerned.
Henlin was clearly determined to put his love for demons above the welfare of humans. It was time for him to go.
So he’d done what was necessary.
Slamming a mental door on the image of his father staring up at him with a deep sadness as his own son had shoved the dagger into his heart, Anthony rose to his feet.
This was no time for maudlin reminiscing.
Holding the bowl filled with the druid’s blood, he peered into the flames, sending a silent message to the fairy sleeping upstairs.
Twenty minutes later a wary Yiant entered the stone circle, his long curls freshly brushed and his jade robe immaculate. Just as if he was about to enter a ballroom.
Anthony narrowed his eyes as he realized the little prick had kept him waiting so he could fuss over his appearance.
“It’s about time,” he growled, taking pleasure in the fairy’s abrupt horror as he caught sight of Caydeyrn lying dead on the floor.
“Blessed saints.” Yiant took an instinctive step backward. “What have you done?”
“We must all make sacrifices.” Anthony glanced at the motionless corpse. “Some of us more than others.”
Yiant was shaking, his eyes wild. “This is madness.”
“Get yourself together, fairy,” Anthony snapped. “I need to travel to the Oracles.”
“No.” Yiant took another step back, his horror turning to anger as he glared at Anthony’s calm expression. “This is wrong.”
Anthony moved forward. How dare the stupid fey believe he could judge the leader of the druids?
“It’s too late for regrets, fairy. We’re in this together.”
Yiant shook his head. “I didn’t know what you were doing.”
Anthony gave a sharp, humorless laugh. “You spineless bastard. You might not have been familiar with the finer details of my plan, but you knew that I wasn’t using the potions to sway a handful of humans into voting for more land for the fey,” he scoffed. “But you were reveling in your power as I helped you to expand your royal domain, so you didn’t bother to ask any questions that might have unpleasant answers.”
The fairy paled, but typically he was swift to try and defend his lust for glory.
“Everything I’ve done has been for my people.”
“I can say the same thing,” he mocked, his face abruptly hardening. He only had a limited amount of time to use the blood before it started to lose its potency. “Open the portal to the Oracles, Yiant.”
The fairy shook his head. “I can’t.”
“I did mention the need for sacrifices.” Anthony deliberately glanced toward the dead druid. “Do you wish to be the next?”
“I mean I can’t locate them with a portal.” Yiant licked his dry lips. “I’ve never been to their lair.”
“Damn.” Anthony ground his teeth. This was all Keeley’s fault. The imp was supposed to be here to take him to the caves. Instead he’d forced Anthony to kill him. Ungrateful wretch. Now he had little choice but to get as close as possible and find some other means of transportation. “Return me to the King of Vampires.”
Tonya knew she should be desperately searching for a way out of the labyrinth.
Just a few months ago she’d been held captive by a crazy-ass vampire spirit and nearly lost her mind. The mere thought of being trapped again was enough to make her shudder with horror.
But oddly, she was having trouble remembering that she was stuck in an elaborate spell.
Perhaps it was the cloudless blue sky and the rolling meadow filled with flowers. It was hard to feel threatened when in a setting more suitable for a Disney movie than a prison.
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