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He made me feel like I was a man worth knowing, worth following, worth something far more important than my name or any title I might claim.
There was only her. My one, my only, my wife.
“I believe she prefers her friends to call her Tory.” His jaw tightened. “I think I know what my wife prefers. And I am no mere friend.”
In all honesty, I had no further interest in my Acrux heritage. I was happy to leave all claims to it behind in the taking of my wife’s name. I was a Vega now.
So will you help me, or would you rather allow your distaste for me to leave her grieving and alone for the rest of her life?” I demanded. Hail sighed heavily. “I preferred the blonde one,” he grunted. Merissa clucked her tongue as she appeared suddenly,
She looked more like the twins than Hail did, her features reminiscent enough of theirs that it hurt to look at her for too long.
“If you’d stop storming off like a petulant child it would make this conversation pass more swiftly,” Hail ground out. I folded my arms, meeting his scowl dead on, not flinching at what I assumed was an attempt to intimidate me with that whole old, dead asshole glare thing he had going on.
Lance grabbed two bars of the cage, trying to bend them apart with the strength of his Vampire Order, and Darius moved to try and help.
Azriel cut me a look that said I was being an ass, and he was one of the few people in this world who I allowed to declare me as such. I huffed a breath.
You are free of your father’s taint, and I believe, had you stayed in the realm of the living, you would have made an…adequate husband to her.” “Had to cut me down at the last moment there, didn’t you, relic?” he smirked. “I cannot have you growing a bigger head than you already have, poor choice,”
“Mine,” I growled, moving closer to her. But the word was no claim on the trinket she’d stolen to place upon her brow. My claim was for her. The true treasure in that room. The only thing I ever needed to claim anymore.
“I can see why she picked you in the end, even if you had proven yourself to be a son of a bitch,” he said, his grip tight, smile as savage as his reputation. “When it comes down to it, you’d burn the entire fucking world to ash for a single smile from her lips, wouldn’t you?” “Is there a problem with that?” I asked, uncertain if it was meant as a compliment or not.
A name with power like ours shouldn’t just be handed out at will. It is earned.” I glanced at him, noting the way he’d called the name ours and wondering if he’d intended to include me in that statement or not. I was a Vega now after all. “Have I earned it then?” I asked, unwilling to let that comment pass. Hail paused, his eyes rolling over me from head to toe, lips pursing. “I suppose we’ll see.”
And as I turned from him with my wife’s father at my side, the two of us grinned like savages.
“Come on, beastie. Do the smoke thing,” she encouraged, and it quickly obeyed her, turning into a cloud of grey at her back. “Remember it’s dangerous,” I called to her in concern, but she had clearly adopted the damn thing.
