Chosen One (Forever Evermore #6)(84)

Brann’s lips were thinned, not hiding his emotions as well. “It still may be wise for you to have your tubes tied magically, in case you were ever spelled by someone more powerful to continue on a pregnancy from rape.”

Elder Samson snorted. “What would be wise is for every spirit Elemental to never leave the fucking Temple, unless they were Guardians.”

King Collins flashed him a look. “She is my Prodigy.”

Dry words from Elder Samson. “And, that, is your misfortune.”

I waved my hands before this escalated, King Collins appearing extremely irritated. “Hold it. I’ll answer these questions.” I glanced to Brann. “I have thought about tying my tubes magically as any spirit considers with the threat. That is an option, although, I will state, I do want children eventually.” I glanced to Elder Samson. “As for spirits leaving the Temple,” my head teetered, “it’s all about the balance. Where dark and light correlate, everyone, except for a spirit, has the option of being evil or good. It is their choice. But where we are concerned, we are the pure; we fight the evil offspring others choose. It is not a choice, it is a part of us, it compels us, so therefore, balance must be made. Where choice is taken away in one area, it is gifted in another.”

“Your choice of the Temple,” Elder Farrar stated, listening closely.

I nodded once. “Everything is based on choice here, even our Laws derive from a choice.”

Sin was sitting with his head cocked on his hand on the vanity chair, leaning causally on the stand. “And you chose…me.”

My lips curved softly, and I nodded. “Yes, I chose love.”

“Over all the risks…” King Zeller stated slowly. “You chose Sin.”

An immediate snort from Elder Samson. “Now, that sounds insane.”

Sin immediate shot him a cold, calculated stare. “Then you, Elder Samson, have never experienced unconditional love.” Emerald green eyes flicked over the Elder’s face. “Have you?”

I stared at the Elder’s neutral face as he eyed Sin mutely. “A life without Sin isn’t a life I wish to lead.”

Golden eyes flicked to me, gaze instantly incredulously. “Do you realize how contradictory that sounds with your blathering of being pure?”

I waved an absent hand. “It’s just his name.” My head teetered. “Besides, every pure needs,” head tilted to Sin, “a not-so-pure.”

Humored words from Sin. “Thank you, love.”

“It worked, huh?” I rolled pointed fingers around each other. “With the whole balancing?”

“Definitely.”

I nodded once. “I thought so.”

“While your love for each other is endearing,” Elder Bridges murmured, then instantly rubbed his nose, his forehead crinkling, “actually, it’s irritating the shit out of me,” more rubbing, “I’d like to move on for now, and ask how often children are conceived by Mys and Com.”

Ah…I had hoped they wouldn’t ask that one. “Not often.”

“Explain,” Elder Merrick instantly demanded, and I could feel his navy eyes gauging me heavily.

Dammit.

I sighed. “There have only ever been a few in recorded history. Within the last thousand years there have only been two.” The few before that, I hadn’t paid too much attention to.

He rolled a finger. “Continue.” Damn wolf on the fucking hunt.

My lips thinned. “When it happens, it starts an event. Like a countdown to the Mysticals annihilation, a forewarning, except in worldly form.” Nostrils flaring, I spoke slowly. “The first time in the last thousand years was hundreds of years ago when the Mystical factions were brought together. I honestly don’t know the threat that made them united, the literature on it sketchy, as if dealings were held back, but that was the first time.” My gaze was hooded as my eyes flicked to King Collins and King Zeller. “The second time was before MCWWII began.”

King Collins instantly started cursing, pacing the room furiously, running his hands through his hair while King Zeller’s face blanked completely…just staring at me, the others in the room going deathly quiet.

I attempted to make them see reason. “All Mystical issues are not a spirits fault. There have been many uprisings within the last thousand years…there was even MCWWI…all of which, a spirits only actions were to offset the dark, fight the damn battle of the growing evil which was spurned by these events, so that the Mystical factions and Commoners didn’t kill each other.”

Elder Farrar’s head cocked slowly, his golden gaze running over me, drawling casually, “You’re like the small explosive package in a mailbox, except—surprise—when opened, the blast destroys an entire race.”

I glowered at him for a moment. “The conceptions may have started those events, but after they were terminated—quickly, how the situations were handled were completely on others shoulders, their fate in their own hands.”

King Collins growled, “Yes. Mine.”

I stayed silent, because that was the truth.

Sin hummed softly in the palatable tension-filled room. “And yet…without spirits…we would all kill one another, so therefore, without the small explosive package in the mailbox, two races would be gone, not just one, all without the beauty of the boom, only darkness seen before…nothing.”