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gesture. "No matter what happens, Danyl. I'm here."
"His power is extremely limited within the walls of his home." His statement might have been a reminder for himself. "It's possibly the only advantage I have. That and he's not expecting me."
"Squabbling between the gods, right?" She knew enough about infighting between the omniscient beings. If the gods could manipulate the elements and their followers with just a simple thought, imagine if they took advantage of their abilities on each other.
There would never be peace without the restriction.
"Yes."
"You can do this."
He nodded with a taut jerk of his head and led them inside the expansive gate. She couldn't say what she expected to find beyond the tall walls, but the inside underwhelmed her. Expensive marble lined the floors and walls, but other than that luxury, nothing about the complex screamed opulence. This was the place where gods made their homes?
There was scant furniture to speak of. No decorations or busts of the inhabitants in sight. In fact, they encountered no one as they trekked through the place. The echoes of their movement were the only sounds. She would have expected choirs of rich voices to float down from above. Exotic scents and sights should have teased her senses. Instead, the place seemed more sterile than a hospital ward and just as enticing.
With long, purposeful strides, Danyl led the way. For someone who'd never been inside this place before, he moved as if the layout had been memorized a long time ago.
Before long, they entered a long corridor lined with golden doors. None looked different than the others, but it didn't slow Danyl. He stopped before one in particular, but turned to give her one last imploring look. Di met his gaze with a hardened one of her own.
He turned the knob and pushed the door open. They walked inside with Danyl in the lead. He paused after only a few steps and Di moved to his side to see what had caught his attention.
The man standing near a window turned to face them and Di gasped. Danyl was the spitting image of his father. The very image. If she ever wondered what he might look like in another thirty years or so, she no longer had to guess. They might never have met before now, but only a blind man would ask for DNA confirmation of their relationship.
"Father," Danyl growled beside her.
Chapter Nine
Pure malevolence poured from Ancelin's eyes. His upper lip curled into a snarl as he studied his son. "Danyl, son of Simeona. You are the last person I would have expected to see before me."
"This is no social call Ancelin." It seemed to her that Danyl had forgotten she stood with him. His focus remained trained on the man he held responsible for his mother's death. The last vestige of hope that this might end amicably evaporated into the emotion-charged air.
Ancelin's gaze drifted to her. "And who do we have here?" He drew back in horror.
"A human?"
Danyl stepped in front of her, blocking his view. "You are not worthy to look on my mate."
Never before had she thought laughter could bellow forth with such venom. Ancelin truly despised his son and cared not who knew.
"Your mate?" he gasped out in between jeering laughter. "Who would dare to mate with you, an abomination? I admire this woman much already."
Abomination? Oh, hell no.
With a yank, she pulled her hand from Danyl's and ducked from behind him to face his father head on. "Fuck you, asshole. You don't deserve to have a son like Danyl."
"Son?" he screamed, spittle flying. "His mother went against my wishes when she bore him. I would never claim him as mine. He is the product of a quick, unsatisfying fuck. Nothing more."
Beside her, Danyl vibrated with anger, but she knew his father's words stung him to the core. He reinforced Danyl's fear about his worth with those hateful words. "She loved you," he choked out. "Right up to her death, she loved you."
Ancelin leveled a bored gaze on Danyl. He took a deep breath, settling himself against the
"His power is extremely limited within the walls of his home." His statement might have been a reminder for himself. "It's possibly the only advantage I have. That and he's not expecting me."
"Squabbling between the gods, right?" She knew enough about infighting between the omniscient beings. If the gods could manipulate the elements and their followers with just a simple thought, imagine if they took advantage of their abilities on each other.
There would never be peace without the restriction.
"Yes."
"You can do this."
He nodded with a taut jerk of his head and led them inside the expansive gate. She couldn't say what she expected to find beyond the tall walls, but the inside underwhelmed her. Expensive marble lined the floors and walls, but other than that luxury, nothing about the complex screamed opulence. This was the place where gods made their homes?
There was scant furniture to speak of. No decorations or busts of the inhabitants in sight. In fact, they encountered no one as they trekked through the place. The echoes of their movement were the only sounds. She would have expected choirs of rich voices to float down from above. Exotic scents and sights should have teased her senses. Instead, the place seemed more sterile than a hospital ward and just as enticing.
With long, purposeful strides, Danyl led the way. For someone who'd never been inside this place before, he moved as if the layout had been memorized a long time ago.
Before long, they entered a long corridor lined with golden doors. None looked different than the others, but it didn't slow Danyl. He stopped before one in particular, but turned to give her one last imploring look. Di met his gaze with a hardened one of her own.
He turned the knob and pushed the door open. They walked inside with Danyl in the lead. He paused after only a few steps and Di moved to his side to see what had caught his attention.
The man standing near a window turned to face them and Di gasped. Danyl was the spitting image of his father. The very image. If she ever wondered what he might look like in another thirty years or so, she no longer had to guess. They might never have met before now, but only a blind man would ask for DNA confirmation of their relationship.
"Father," Danyl growled beside her.
Chapter Nine
Pure malevolence poured from Ancelin's eyes. His upper lip curled into a snarl as he studied his son. "Danyl, son of Simeona. You are the last person I would have expected to see before me."
"This is no social call Ancelin." It seemed to her that Danyl had forgotten she stood with him. His focus remained trained on the man he held responsible for his mother's death. The last vestige of hope that this might end amicably evaporated into the emotion-charged air.
Ancelin's gaze drifted to her. "And who do we have here?" He drew back in horror.
"A human?"
Danyl stepped in front of her, blocking his view. "You are not worthy to look on my mate."
Never before had she thought laughter could bellow forth with such venom. Ancelin truly despised his son and cared not who knew.
"Your mate?" he gasped out in between jeering laughter. "Who would dare to mate with you, an abomination? I admire this woman much already."
Abomination? Oh, hell no.
With a yank, she pulled her hand from Danyl's and ducked from behind him to face his father head on. "Fuck you, asshole. You don't deserve to have a son like Danyl."
"Son?" he screamed, spittle flying. "His mother went against my wishes when she bore him. I would never claim him as mine. He is the product of a quick, unsatisfying fuck. Nothing more."
Beside her, Danyl vibrated with anger, but she knew his father's words stung him to the core. He reinforced Danyl's fear about his worth with those hateful words. "She loved you," he choked out. "Right up to her death, she loved you."
Ancelin leveled a bored gaze on Danyl. He took a deep breath, settling himself against the
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