Chapter 110: Kanye West - Big Brother
The man’s smile widened, lips curling. "A werewolf princess," he pointed out.
"Yes, since we are being specific—a banished werewolf princess," she replied dryly, lifting her chin an inch. She refused to let him frame her truth. She would own it.
The man chuckled, folding his hands before him as though pleased by her candor. "Ah...yes. I admire your father for such a stern decision. Things that are questionable should not be acceptable. Your father understands that."
"I don’t follow."
The man leaned slightly forward, as if about to confide in her. "I hope when you become queen that you keep that in mind too. Tough decisions are made on the throne."
"Gabriel!"
The man turned slowly. "Brother," he greeted, tilting his head with mockery so thinly veiled it was practically naked.
Lucivar stood then, his full height drawing all attention. His shoulders were taut, jaw clenched. His eyes were fixed on Gabriel.
"Leave her alone," Lucivar commanded.
"We were merely having a conversation. The princess is a quick-witted one. I like her." Gabriel’s voice echoed silkily through the sacred hall as he began a lazy descent down the steps of the High Temple.
Luna watched him disappear, her spine prickling with an unease that hadn’t left since he first spoke to her. She glanced at Lucivar, eyebrows lifting. "He just called you brother."
Lucivar exhaled through his nose, as if the word itself gave him a headache. "We may be brothers," he said, "but we do not see eye to eye on account of differing opinions to ruling the Blood City."