Chapter 178

“What the fuck?” I deadpanned, staring at what could easily be my father’s clone like the man himself had risen from the grave and sewn his head back on.

I couldn’t process the thoughts churning in my head enough to formulate any other response, but I couldn’t help but feel as though those three words summed things up brilliantly.

He had the same thick hair, composed of the darkest onyx, that Holly and I inherited, along with the startling eyes. His build was definitely larger than my father’s, but his face, the wide-set jaw and sloped nose—that was the same.

The man who claimed to be my uncle—as if that wasn’t the weirdest thing I’d ever said, raised one of his dark eyebrows. “Well said.”

“You’re Deacon?” I managed, my voice a touch suspicious.

He nodded imperceptibly, “That’s what I’m called.”

“The former King doesn’t have a brother. I spent nearly all of my time by his side, and never had he mentioned a brother. How is this possible?” Tristan grimaced, hovering protectively at my side.

Deacon snorted at Tristan’s reaction, his broad shoulders shifting in the process. The other Vampire’s in the warehouse, the one’s he’d been conversing with, stared with equal parts curiosity and contempt.

“You think just because you spent your every waking moment preening after my brother, means you get access to his secrets? Try again. My brother would’ve served your head to the witches on a silver platter if it meant getting what he wanted, no matter how loyal you were.” He replied, rubbing at the stubble on his chin as though he had a second, more amusing thought. “No wonder you’re following this one around. You must be grateful she got rid of him before he could get rid of you.”

The teasing and condescending tone laced within his rough voice made me bristle, sending a rush of heat down my neck and arms.

“Lola. My name is Lola.”

glacier eyes—cold, but not nearly as cold as my father’s. “You’ve

with all the Vampire’s in the room hovering nearby. “That happens when you

not all that happened though, is it?” Deacon asked, his tone implying he wasn’t expecting an answer. “Luna and the Vampire Queen. You must have your hands full. Does your mate

out the part where I have a bunch of witches trying to kill me, and yes, Asher knows I’m here.” I kept my voice hard, molding it

was something my father would’ve never done, a movement that lacked the class

a strong feeling he doesn’t know where here is. So, what’s keeping me from separating your head from your body like you did my brother, and sending

of pure loathing radiated off of him like a furnace, so scalding that I thought he might sink into a

lob my head off. I craned my head to the left and right, pretending to look around. “As far as I can tell, you’re holed

they did so, I realized why

horrifying in the same way my father was, eyes glinting with unshod knowledge and cruelty. Even though there were differences between the two, I had a feeling they were

of your mate’s unhinged nature? I can relate, you know. Living with someone cruel and violent is draining—constantly on

snarl, letting it rumble in my chest rather than giving Deacon the satisfaction of knowing he’d gotten to me. A thought slithered into my head, and rather than play

deeply because a certain prisoner of mine, the one who gave me the directions to this

light to his eyes vanished, blown

 

out?’ His tone was flat, not too loud but

the Vampire’s surrounding us began to move, bustling towards the fallen shelves, headed in the direction

stay, Dina.” He grunted at the last

in the middle of the road nodded, and I swore a wave of understanding passed between

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