“I won’t allow him to succeed. I’d take out the fucking Horde King himself for Synthia.”
The men gave amused smirks and snorts of agreement. This wasn’t going down the way I’d planned it. I’d vowed to make her mine. Now, I had to shove her into the arms of another man. Would she go willingly? Would she give him the soul searing kisses she’d given me? Fuck! “Zahruk, send men out to get feelers on the Mages, I want them buried in the ground before we leave this place. Ristan, if this vision changes, and you see anything, I want to know immediately. You will also need to show Syn what is happening. She won’t go into this easily without knowing what she would be walking away from. She will need to see the future you have shown me in order for her to make the right choice.”
I exhale as my chest rattles from the beast within. He's pacing, and growling, shaking his cage violently to get out. He's enjoyed her body, mind, and so much more. Her wicked little fucking smile, her sensual heat that envelopes her eyes when she explodes on my cock. Fuck!
Adam would marry Syn, and they'd have pretty little babies. Pretty little babies that could potentially save our fucking world. It was a cruel fucking joke the gods were playing on me. Ristan had seen it, he'd fucking seen it. Fuck! I'd known she was special from the beginning. The beast inside of me had known as well.
I have to get her out of my system, purge her from it brutally. Hard to do, when all I want to do is bury myself inside of her warmth and stay there forever. My entire life is one cluster fuck of endless denials, and now I have to hand over the only woman who has ever fed the inner beast, and left the fucker purring like a sated kitten.
“Sinjinn,” I growl angrily, not bothering to shield them from the displeasure I feel.
“What's up?” Sinjinn asks, coming instantly to his feet.
“Prepare the men to be ready to leave this world for our own by the end of the week. I want to be out of here as soon as possible. Start preparing for the club to be handed over to Vlad for safe keeping. He can just as easily send word to Faery if he gleans any information we need. I won’t be coming back. Have Zane gather the others and tell them it's time we go home.”
“And Faery? Will this actually work, Brother?” Dristan asks with confusion in his green eyes.
“Syn will save it. Ristan has seen it. She'll marry Adam, and have true heirs who will bond to the world, and start the healing process. In the end, she will save it,” I snarl, unhappy with admitting it. Fuck, it tastes like shit in my mouth. Saying it makes my chest hurt. She’s under my fucking skin. She burrowed her way under the steel shield that had grown around my heart, and she’s gotten in to it.
“She doesn't love Adam, she won't go for this,” Adrian snarls, coming to his feet to challenge me.
“She doesn't have a choice, boy. Children are dying because the realm of Faery isn't embracing them. Someone fucked with it, and she is the cure. Get it? If I have to drag her fucking ass to him, she's doing this!”
“She'll hate you. If you were going to toss her aside from the beginning, you should have let someone who loved her, fight for her!” the kid shouts.
I smile coldly. “Who? You? You jumped for the chance to become the undead. Did you fucking tell her that? That you didn't have to be asked twice? Or were you happy letting me take the full blame?”
“Vlad offered the deal. I chose as you knew I would. I wanted power—but I’m not stupid enough not to put the pieces together. You knew I’d take it. I died for her to live, so I could protect her. You planned it all just to have her, and now you’re sending her away. If you won’t fight for her, I will.”
“Think it matters? She's going. End of fucking discussion. People are dying kid, and she can fix it. What do you think she will do; walk away from them? Not fucking likely. So understand this: it's not a choice I can make. You know she will choose to help, because deep down she will always strive to be someone others can believe in. In the end, she will always choose to help innocent people. It’s who she is. Like it or not, that’s what attracts us to her. She’s selfless and pure—unlike us, boy.”
“Adrian, go back to the club. I'll meet you there soon,” Vlad said, placing a hand on the kid’s shoulder.
I hate that I respect the little shit. He'd cut off his fucking legs for Syn if he was asked to. It made it hard to hate the little fuck. I pushed him, and he pushed back. He'd be a warrior of worth if he lived long enough to train. Chances were he'd mouth off to someone, and end up dead before he reached that status. “Vlad,” I nod in greeting.