Wings of Ruin (Otherworld Book 3) by Talis Jones

Author:Talis Jones [Jones, Talis]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tri-Blood Publishing
Published: 2020-06-28T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

The hour night fell Cassandra felt the tug in her center and had had no choice but to obey, allowing the magic to take hold of her body and summon it to this barbaric hall where she now stood. Careful to keep her face cool, her stance utterly unruffled, she took in the crumbling walls around her. By torchlight her eyes scoured those gathered, standing so as to pen her in their circle and weigh her with the judgment in their stares.

Beside her stood Kenshin, Alexei, Suyin, and Tiago. She gave them the barest glance before fixing her icy gaze upon the man stood before her, his hands clasped behind his back, his face a furious shade of puce. A sudden flap of wings had her raven settling upon her shoulders, the comforting touch straightening her spine and lifting her chin higher. A blink later an albino falcon settled upon Titus' shoulder and she only just managed to hold back a sneer at its familiar sight.

Ignoring the seer whose claws itched to rake her face she addressed Titus. “Welcome back. Might you deign to inform me of where it is exactly that you've summoned me?”

Titus' lips pressed tightly as if holding back words he'd very much like to lash at her. After a steady breath he answered, “You are standing in the very center of Oneiroi in the ruins of the first home of the Whispers. A home risen in oath and shattered in blood. A place forgotten and avoided by those who remember.” At this last his eyes flicked briefly to Abel and Cassandra's sharp eyes caught the movement and resented it.

“A bit dramatic, don't you think?” she quipped, gesturing to the torchlight, the cloaked circle of Whispers, and the large war drums waiting to pound a rhythm of sentence.

Titus remained a pillar of contained fury. “On the contrary. It seemed quite appropriate.”

At this Cassandra slowly grinned. “Indeed. I am glad to know that I am worthy of such a historical comparison.”

She was no fool. Cassandra knew precisely what Titus' summons had meant. Her reign would be stolen from her. A sentence of punishment decreed. Perhaps she had been foolish to think she could seize a kingdom and keep it without their blessing, but hadn't that been the problem to begin with? She had ambitions and with Abel determined to sabotage any sway she might have had when seated on Council she'd needed to carve out a different path. A greater path. She'd told Titus what she wanted at the very beginning and felt no guilt for seeing it through.

“You are bound here by my powers as Collector and protector of Oneiroi to receive judgment for your treasonous actions,” Titus boomed, his gaze brushed across each one of Cassandra's conspirators before settling back upon her cool anger. “For spilling the blood of Whispers and Jourdies, for betraying your oaths as Oneiroi's Guardian, for abusing your magic, your powers, for waging war, for binding the wills of Jourdies by force, for sowing discontent in the Island of Dreams.

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