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“To hate you, I’d have to care about you. And I don’t give one shit about you,” I said coldly.
Too bad Darius Acrux, you really should have realised who you were dealing with before you declared war on us.
I was maybe one percent rougher with him than the others. But he had cut off Blue's hair and I just couldn't fucking forgive it. End of story.
Deserved
It occurred to me that I’d inflicted this kind of humiliation on people countless times and for half a second, my mind snagged on the Vega Twins and the way they’d looked after Lance had pulled Roxy from that pool. But this wasn’t the same. I’d had to do that. It was for the good of Solaria and I stamped down the little voice in my head which was trying to question that fact with a vengeance.
“Yeah, she’s the fucking cat's pyjamas,” I growled, wishing I could actually aim an insult the Cerberus’s way but that girl was single-handedly saving our asses from total annihilation at this point so I couldn’t even pretend to do it. Without her we would have been royally screwed.
“Are you saying you want to try for your claim after all?” Seth asked, his tone laced with surprise. “It’s not our claim,” I countered darkly. “It’s our birthright,” Darcy finished.
“I don't know what it was, but it was powerful enough to kill Nymphs. It was nothing like anything I've ever witnessed...” He trailed off as he pulled Darius upright and the Fire Heir looked between Tory and me, his eyes flickering with some dark emotion. “You just proved your worth.” Darius didn't say it with any kindness, in fact he sounded genuinely threatened for the first time since I'd met him.
