To Kill a King by C. S. Wilde

Author:C. S. Wilde [Wilde, C. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Romance
Amazon: B07YDX78VN
Goodreads: 52871496
Published: 2019-12-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Bast stood in the living room, his body a statue as he watched the night outside through the window.

Gentle faerie lights outlined his form, and a few even ventured inside the space, drenching the living room in a silver twilight. Mera couldn’t help but feel like she was immersed in a dreamscape.

Sitting on the sofa, she stated the obvious. “You’re angry.”

“No,” he countered without turning to her, his tone eerily controlled. “I’m perfectly fine.”

Yeah, right.

She might never understand the complexity of her partner’s layers, but of this she was certain: Bast was furious, and not because his visit to Charles Grey had been a total waste of time.

Corvus. It was always about Corvus.

Mera got up from the sofa and went to him, pulling Bast slightly back so he would face her. Her partner kept his arms crossed, his anger awfully contained. His eyes, though... they were freezing cold.

Nightblood, the thought came to mind.

Yattusei.

Mera placed her palm on his chest, ignoring the grim sensation that nestled in her gut. “Your brother didn’t hurt me.”

“He could have.”

“Then I would have defended myself.”

“Like you defended yourself at the palace?” he snapped back without a hint of emotion, his tone a sharp blade that cut her to pieces.

“I was caught off guard, you baku. Your endless fighting with Corvus was driving me insane.” Mera rubbed her forehead. Getting into an argument with him was counterproductive, even if she reeeeally wanted to. “Bast, you’re a great faerie and an amazing detective, but until you face the truth about your brother, you’ll never move on from this mess.”

Raising one dark eyebrow at her, he leaned his head slightly forward. “Tell me this truth I’m failing to see, then.”

With a deep breath, she gathered all her courage. “You and Corvus might be more similar than you’ll ever admit.”

The way he glared at her, with pain and fury mixed together... it broke her heart, but Mera wouldn’t apologize for speaking the truth.

“I’ll ignore what you just said.” Spinning on his heels, Bast ran a hand through his hair. “You were in grave danger, Mera. How can’t you see that?”

“You mean because of Corvus or the nightblood?”

“Both!”

She shrugged. “Blood is blood in the dance of the macabre.”

“It’s not that. Get this in your head: you can’t trust him.”

“I can’t trust you either.” Hurt invaded his face, so she quickly added, “When it comes to your brothers, that is.”

Bast scowled at her, but Mera found a hint of agreement in his face. As if he saw her point, though he’d never admit to it. Either that, or Corvus was right—her people-reading skills sucked.

“What are you trying to imply?” he challenged.

Fuck, he was forcing her to say it.

“This whole situation is extremely personal for you.” Mera’s throat squeezed itself, but she couldn’t back down now. “Let me take the reins on this case, partner.”

He stared at her with undecipherable blue eyes, that nonchalant frost back on his perfect face. “You think you know me so well, Detective.”

She laid a hand on his shoulder, physically trying to reach for Bast because her words clearly couldn’t.

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