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She laughs, blood still trickling down her throat. “About Lucan. Were you prepared for that, too?”
“You mean the fact he was getting into her head?” Her face pales. “Yeah, well, she and Ophelia figured that out. Mental blocks or something now stop that from happening.”
“Ah, so interesting that not even her walking out to his unmarked stone showed you that your father was tormenting her and has been for a lot longer than she even knows. Years. Even.”
I know it’s Lucan, I should have fucking known he was probably doing sick shit to her.
“Admit it, Brantley. We hit you at angles you didn’t expect.”
“Really?” Bishop says now, coming up behind me with a cigarette in his mouth. He blows out the smoke. “’Cuz the way I see it, this doesn’t look like a scene that would be played out by people who didn’t expect it. Now, you’ve killed two of our people.”
“The Kings are a dying breed,” she says, spitting blood onto the floor. “Even with you all having children.”
Bishop pulls out his gun, aims it at her foot, and squeezes the trigger. She screams in pain. “Don’t ever fucking talk about my kids and think I won’t shoot.”
“We don’t usually kill women,” I say, cracking my neck. “There has been only one exception in the past. Now you’re the second.”
I turn to face Nate and Samael. Nate nods.
“Do you have any last-minute requests?” I say, cocking my head while wiping the blood off my blade.
She blinks up at me, and I see it. The exact moment she realizes it’s over. She and Lucan’s long tirade of evil is coming to an end. “You think you won’t be the exact product of your father and me when it comes to your child, Brantley?” She laughs, her eyes darkening. She’s ready for death. Good. Because she’s not going to get it quickly. This is personal. Between her, Lucan, Saint, and me. When I walked into this, I knew this death wasn’t for anyone’s hands, only for my own. But it has to be more than that.
“Lucky for me, because I’m not ever having a child.” I take the steps needed until I’m face-to-face with her once again, kneeling at eye level.
“Ah.” She clicks her tongue. “The sweet little Saint didn’t tell you.”
I blink, and all of the blood that was erratically pumping through my veins at the mere scent of death turns to ice. “What?”
“Well, I can die happy now. I’ve surprised you one last time.”