Chapter 115: Historians’ Tower I
Ren was preparing to visit the Historian Tower while Agara busied himself concocting poison from shifters’ blood. They had agreed it would be best to deliver the toxins through Alpha Xander and Axe, using them to intimidate Luther. A trap was being set, one baited with rumors that the Princess of Alvonia would soon visit her uncle. The hope was to lure Luther into revealing himself. A creature like him wouldn’t resist the urge to flaunt his strength. If he thought he could dominate the meeting, he’d strike.
"Why are you going to that tower? I’ve already told you so much," Kai said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"You didn’t give me any real details, the overall story wouldn’t help much," Ren replied. "I’m still reeling from the fact that everything began in a land I never even knew existed. And those women, Lillieth and Nimoieth, were powerful. They wrote their story, and yet it’s been buried, forgotten beneath layers of dust."
She rose on her toes and kissed his cheek. "Don’t worry. I’ll be back by tomorrow morning so we can get ready for the journey."
Kai’s brows drew together, his expression tightening. "I don’t like this. Offering you up as bait for my brother doesn’t sit right with me." He brushed the back of his knuckle gently along her cheek.
"I know," she said softly. "But trust me. Living as my mother in the Dreamland had its own... advantages. I still don’t trust Azrael, but he’s clever. Too clever. He shared that part of my mother’s past for a reason when she was still being molded, and tested. Now he’s doing the same to me, watching to see if I’ll rise like Nimoieth once did or if I am different."
"He’s a fool if he thinks you’re anyone but yourself," Kai muttered, pulling her into the safety of his arms.
"You’ve got work waiting for you in the forge," she reminded him gently. "I already fed Ogain, and Org’s coming with me. Everything’s taken care of, so please, don’t worry."
But Kai didn’t let go just yet. Instead, he caught her mouth in a deep, lingering kiss, as though committing her taste to memory. His lips moved over hers with a hunger that said he didn’t want to be apart, not even for a day.
"You could’ve waited a little longer before stealing my breath," he growled, pulling back with reluctance.
She smirked, brushing his chest. "Well, you’ll be hammering metal while I’m fending off old historians. Seems unfair."