Chapter 173
Once all the assassins were killed off, Aiden stood, blazing to the sky, as he looked at Viktor and Rogan who just looked back up at him with, what Camilla was surprised to see, were identical quizzical expressions.
Slowly, the fire began to burn low, the brightness dimming and before they knew it, Aiden had returned to his human form and fell unconscions on the ground.
“Goddamn it,” muttered Rogan as he crouched over him. “What kind of idiot uses their strongest power when the human form is practically dead?!”
Viktor frowned at the state Aiden was in. Whoever sent those assassins after him was dead the minute he got back on his feet. Viktor had heard a lot about Aiden, King of Geminor. Viktor looked away. “Get him to his Kingdom.”
Rogan glared. “Who do you think you’re ordering around?!”
Ignoring him, Viktor turned around and scanned the area until his gaze fell on Kamilla where she was crouching, shell–shocked into a statue–like state.
“Kamilla,” he called to her and she immediately rose, going to him even as he came to her. Viktor’s hands framed her face, the fingertips not touching her skin so as to not put blood on it. “You okay?” he asked. “What are these?” Taking the sword clutched against her chest away, Viktor chucked it into a bush and drew her close, hugging her tightly against his chest.
“I think I’m fine,” Kamilla said against his chest. “Wait, are you okay? That creep cut you, your back was bleeding and-”
“Rubbish, it was merely a scratch,” Viktor said with a shake of his head.
His nonchalant tone eased the worry in her heart and Kamilla released the breath that had been caught up in her lungs for the past few minutes. She glanced at Aiden as Rogan moved him. “Is he okay? He was… on fire?” she asked in a tone of utter confusion.
Rogan rose with Aiden hanging over his shoulder. “He is Aiden,” he muttered irritably. “Aiden means ‘god of fire‘. He’s the King of the Kingdom of Geminor, where I am now currently forced to take him.” He turned his gaze from Kamilla to Viktor who was looking intensely at him. Rogan didn’t want to say anything at all to him anymore. He’d seen how Viktor had taken out an assassin aiming for Rogan’s neck, but that didn’t mean he had to be grateful. Viktor and his family owed him far more than that for taking from him the only woman he ever loved. His mother.
Viktor’s jaw clenched harder the longer Rogan stared at him. “Rogan,” he said. “Never… and I mean, never… return to Onyx again.”
Rogan’s mouth curved. “I wasn’t planning on it. Do us both a favor, Viktor… and never show your face to me again.”
Dragging his dark gaze away from Viktor, Rogan turned and let out a low whistle, carrying the tune up until Aiden’s horse came galloping back to where they stood. Pulling the beast close, Rogan sat Aiden on it and swung on behind him, ready to make the damned trip to Geminor.
None of this was part of his plans. He’d stay in that Kingdom for no longer than a minute! Just long enough to dump ti. miserable way. He should find death somewhere along the way, it couldn’t evade him forever.
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Giving Viktor and Kamilla a final glance, Rogan dug into the horse’s sides until the beast was galloping through the dark woods. He rode out of the kingdom and away, the clouds rolling dark as he left the land behind.
He left it behind him, but the scars, the anger and the hatred he’d borne in Onyx, that, Rogan kept within him and with little more than his deep–rooted rage accompanying him, he finally left the Vampire Kingdoms behind to form a part of his dark past.
