Chosen One (Forever Evermore #6)(35)
I inhaled heavily. “Philip Masterson in the today of 2035 kidnapped me. Sin shot him at the last moment. The bullet traveled through the force he was taking us back in time with. It moved at a snail’s pace, but when the silver bullet touched his flesh, it stopped our progress. We ended up in 1993, which was not his intended destination, I’m assuming. When pedestrians began to attack him, Philip Masterson went back. Without me.”
Another shaky inhale. “I sought out Elder Farrar with the Primal Diamond.” I licked my lips, and stated a lie, which I prayed no Shifters contradicted me on, even the one who hated me. “I found Elder Farrar, but I lost the Primal Diamond in the process, the damn thing as small as it was.” I paused. “I’m sorry, Leric, it’s who knows where back in 1993, but anyway, Elder Farrar could not take me back to 2035. He wasn’t powerful enough, and supposedly, Elder Harcourt would have found me if I wasn’t supposed to be there. During my course of time there, I met the then Prodigies, who were Fergus, Kincaid, Nelson, and Venclaire. I also met Elder Jacobs and Elder Merrick, and the then King Townsend, King Samson, King White, and King Bridges. All of them eventually found out I was from the future when the Kings went and drugged me to find out who I was and what my story was since I had no background.”
Another inhale. “I managed not to spill any world ending secrets for the around five months I was there before one night, which, again, was only an hour ago for me, Elder Harcourt showed up, said my time was up, and brought me back through time.” My voice was a bit harsh. “And now, it’s forty fucking years later, I’m once again the Prodigy in 2035, my brain is still spinning a bit in dimensional warp shit, and I would like to go take a shower and go to bed before any questions are asked of me.”
A long beat of silence, then Queen Ruckler muttered, “She’s not lying.”
“I am going to kill that bastard!” King Collins barked so damn loudly, and furiously, even I jumped a bit, turning to stare at him over the back of the couch. “Do we have any Commoner drugs here?” He waved a hand at the room. Silence only greeted him, and he barked, “I’m serious, people. I know some of you imbibe. Like Valium or even some damn marijuana she can smoke to help her sleep through this reality transition?”
My mouth parted, but I slowly shut it, thinking that might be a decent idea.
King Zeller cleared his throat. “Yeah…um,” he sounded hesitant, “I may have something. I’ll be back in a moment.” He left the room in a blur.
“God, I’m going to kill that bastard,” King Collins muttered again, starting to pace, his eyes never leaving me. “You’re alright? You weren’t harmed?”
My mouth opened again, but I shut it, thinking how to phrase my answer. “It’s nothing I can’t get past.”
He punched the air, spinning a bit with the action, muttering curses under his breath.
And I couldn’t help my gaze wandering back to Elder Merrick. Because, yeah, I could definitely get past it after I kicked his fucking ass. Bloodied him. Stabbed him a few times in specified locations on that body of his. Then, possibly buried him in the back yard with Sin’s help. Hopefully still alive as I spit on his grave.
Frosty, navy blue stared back at me evenly, and the bastard’s lips actually tilted the barest bit, a blatantly cruel challenge.
And Lord, I started glowing dimly, my jaw clenched, nostrils flared, barely able to keep myself from blasting him, my hands shaking with the need as my blood boiled.
His lips only lifted further, the barest bit, baring his teeth, his own eyes starting to glow dimly.
“What…?” King Collins stopped pacing off to my side as everyone in the room froze, and he flicked a finger between the two of us as we stared each other down. “What the hell’s going on?”
“Hatred.” Elder Zeller inhaled heavily. “And I mean a lot of it.”
More flicking of King Collins finger as he instantly took two steps forward. “What’s happened?” A pause, his head cocking. “What happened in the past I need to know about?”
“You are a piece of shit,” I growled low in my chest straight into navy glowing eyes.
“You want to try to take me for doing my damn job?” Elder Merrick leaned forward, his head cocking in a completely animalistic fashion. “Then I fucking dare you.”
“Whoa!” King Collins held his hands up between us even as we both started rising, the blanket falling off my shoulders, stars of fire starting to glow in my palms. “Wait just a second!” Brown eyes were huge on his face. “Explain…now!”
Elder Jacobs also stepped quickly between us, hands out, eyes glowing, stating, “It was our job to protect the Prodigies, Ms. Jules. You were an unknown. We did what we had to.”
What he had to. My chest heaved at that kind little reminder. I inhaled heavily, slamming my hands together, the room literally shaking, rumbling under everyone as I snuffed the fire out in my palms. “You’re right.” I was shaking I was so furious. “It isn’t as if I don’t know what betrayal is. At least it was for a fucking cause I agree with this time.” I rolled my head on my shoulders, trying to calm down before I said too much, did something I would regret, then glared at Elder Merrick. “But I still fucking hate you.”
“Right back at you, spirit bitch,” Elder Merrick purred quietly, his wolf growling low.