Page 35 of Retaliation
He rolled his eyes and picked up his drink again. “As cautious as we may be, our fathers are paranoid and suspicious. They know we don’t truly obey their orders any longer. I think they’re trying to decide if the four of us are planning a coupe.”
Ty chuckled and sipped his whiskey. “Well, they’re not wrong.”
Devon stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I’m not planning shit.”
Ty stood, his hulking frame dwarfing even Devon, who was almost as fit as me. “You’re part of this Devon, whether you’ve accepted it or not.”
I was unsettled about my father mentioning our daemons. More so because lately, I felt mine more keenly than ever. When the ritual was performed just over eight years ago, we had no idea what was actually happening. No idea there was a whole world of beings you’d never believe existed outside of the movies. There were two species, daemons and lumens. The daemons were typical of the kinds you see in movies. Horns, tails, wings, and massively powerful. The lumens were similar to what humans thought of as angels, although they could be just as deadly as the daemons. The ritual our father’s performed bound daemons to our souls, the four of us. I remembered vividly that feeling of powerlessness as the daemon latched onto me.
Even now, the thing was restless and always eager for violence. We didn’t understand at the time why our fathers did this to us, until they presented our relics. Our daemons were bound to an object of power, and with those objects, our fathers were granted power—without the nasty business of housing a daemon in their own bodies. We searched for our relics, but our fathers hid them away. Only Devon was able to take his back. When his father was killed, Dev recovered his relic, and our fathers could no longer control him.
An attendant knocked on the door, pulling me back to the present. “Sirs, the party has begun.”
“We’ll be down shortly,” Andras snapped. “Ty, get dressed. You look homeless.”
Ty grinned and downed his whiskey. “Why put the jacket on when I’ll only be taking clothes off after our girl arrives.”
I laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “I cannot wait to see her again.”
Thinking of her got my dick twitching. The images of her exquisite body squirming as I made her come all over Andras’s desk will live in my mind for eternity. Or at least until I get her naked and moaning for me all over again.
Devon stomped out of the room all moody, and part of me felt bad. He fell hard for Sara, and the idea of us all sharing her was clearly upsetting him. I didn’t want that. We were brothers. And I knew she belonged with all of us, he just couldn’t see that yet.
We walked through the maze of hallways to the ballroom. Ty fixed his sleeves and put on the suit jacket but refused to do up his bowtie. Andras muttered curses at him as we walked, making me grin.
My mood shifted as we entered the ballroom, standing at the top of the staircase and surveying the party below. Something about tonight felt different. We were coming to the edge of a precipice, and whatever happened next would change our fates.
“Damnit,” Andras cursed under his breath.
We didn’t look at him, keeping our faces neutral as we slowly descended the steps.
“My father is here.”
“Where?” Ty voiced the question as we all scanned the room.
Andras smiled as we passed the governor of Massachusetts. “I don’t know. But I can feel him probing my mental shields.”
I almost stumbled down the stairs when I caught sight of her. “Sara is here.”
The others followed my gaze.
“Fuck, she looks delicious,” Ty growled, and I completely agreed.
Sara looked as elegant as a queen in her deep-blue dress. The layers of silk and lace rippled like waves as she walked through the crowds. Her icy blue hair was curled down her back, and a sparkling crown adorned her pretty little head. I instantly had visions of her riding my cock wearing only that crown. Men and women alike admired our girl as she made her way to the bar and sipped a glass of champagne.
“Do not let my father anywhere near her,” Andras muttered under his breath.
“Agreed.” Dev, Ty, and I nodded in unison. On this, we were in full agreement.
I grinned and clapped Ty on the shoulder. “Let the games begin, brother.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sara
Istepped through the massive wooden doors leading into the house. The decor was giving me Beauty and the Beast and the “Forbidden West Wing” vibes. Candelabras lined the charcoal gray walls between portraits of snobby looking old men.
“Typical,” I murmured, and Tibby laughed in my ear.
