A Light in the Flame (Flesh and Fire #2)(14)

Rhahar cleared his throat, reminding me that we weren’t alone.

“Saion, escort Sera to her chambers,” Nyktos said, and the god looked less than pleased with the orders as Nyktos’s cool gray eyes met mine. “We’ll finish this conversation when I return.”

“Looking forward to it,” I muttered.

“I’m sure you are.” Nyktos started for the doors, then stopped. A heartbeat passed. “Try to get some rest.” Then he left, disappearing into the hall with Rhahar.

Saion gestured at the doors. “Let’s go.”

Resisting the urge to plant my ass on the floor for no reason other than the fact that I hated being told what to do, I went to the settee and grabbed my dagger.

“Should I be worried right now?” Saion asked, falling into step beside me as we walked out and down the hall. He eyed the dagger clenched tightly in my hand.

“Not unless you give me a reason to use it against you.”

A smile softened the handsome lines of his face, bringing warmth to his deep black skin. “I have no plans to do such a thing.”

“Really?” I pushed open the door. “You don’t want revenge for what I planned to do to Nyktos?”

“What I want doesn’t matter.” His dark eyes met mine as he caught the door. “What does is the fact that if I thought you were a real threat to Nyktos, I’d snap your neck myself. As would any of us loyal to him.”

My skin chilled as I climbed the dark, dimly lit steps. No part of me doubted what he claimed.

“And, yeah, I know he’d kill me for it. That wouldn’t stop me. That wouldn’t stop any of us.” Saion stayed a step behind me. “But you’re not a real threat to him, are you? He may be attracted to you, but that’s about as deep as that shit can ever go.”

I flinched, grateful that he couldn’t see how much the truth stung. Because even if Nyktos could love, he would never love me. Breathe in. I rounded the landing of the third floor. Hold. I shut off the flood of guilt, regret, and, more importantly, the bitter want—the almost keen desperation for that shit to run deeper. I searched for the veil of emptiness, and it took longer than it should have for it to seep into me. But when it did, I welcomed the hollowness. I became nothing, and only then did I exhale as I reached the final landing. “You’re wrong, though.”

“About what?”

I started to open the door. “About me not being a threat to him.”

Saion’s hand slapped down on the door, closing it. “Is that so?”

I inched back, creating some space between us as my hand tightened around the hilt of my dagger. Saion had gone still in the way only gods and Primals did, right before an explosive display of violence. It would’ve been wise of me to show some fear.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t wise often enough.

“The dakkais attacked the Black Bay because of what I did. Kolis doesn’t strike me as a one-and-done type. He’s not going to stop searching for that source of power. I’m a danger to everyone here, including Nyktos, whether that shit runs deep or not.”

The glow of eather pulsed in the center of Saion’s eyes. “So should I just go ahead and snap your neck then?”

“If you want to try, then all I ask is that you not be a coward about it and wait until my back is turned.” I widened my stance in case he did attack. “Just know that I won’t make it easy.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to.”

I gave him a close-lipped smile. “So, what’s it going to be? You want to do this or not?”

Something akin to respect flickered across Saion’s features. “As I said, Consort, I have no intention of signing my death note.”

“I’m not the Consort.”

“In a matter of days, you will be.”

“But will I really be your Consort?” I asked.

Saion didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. We both knew the answer. He opened the door. “After you.”

Brushing past him, I stepped out into the hall and came to a complete stop. A tall woman with long, dark hair was stationed outside the door to my bedchamber, her head bowed as she read from a book. I’d never seen the pale-skinned female before. “Who is that?”

Saion closed the door behind me. “Orphine.”

I attempted to reconcile this very mortal-looking woman with the rather large, midnight-scaled draken I’d seen battle in the sky over the Black Bay. She’d been injured in the fight but appeared fine now.

Then I realized why she was here. “She’s here to make sure I stay in my bedchamber?”

The corners of Saion’s lips turned down. “She is here to make sure you are safe in your rooms.”

“I don’t think those things are mutually exclusive,” I muttered, wondering exactly how Nyktos had managed to send her to my bedchamber on such short notice.

“You’re right.” Saion shrugged. “Did you expect it to be different?”

“No,” I admitted.

“But I don’t think those two things are weighed equally,” Saion continued after a moment. “Protection more than punishment.”

“Really?”

“Really,” Orphine repeated from down the hall. My gaze snapped back to her. She turned a page in her book. “I could hear your entire conversation.”