~ CASIMIR ~I took a deep breath. ‘Submit your power to mine—slowly this time. Ease control to me if you can. Don’t throw it in my lap, see if you can feed it to me… like turning on a faucet. It might be easier if you touch me.’There was a moment where she just stood there, facing her brother, then she lifted her hand and put it over mine on her shoulder. She bit her lip and her chest expanded once, then I felt the shift.A tiny trickle of her power that became a sudden wave so that I grunted, gathering it quickly before it rushed out of both our control.‘Sorry,’ she sent weakly. ‘I still don’t really know how to do that.’‘It’s fine. You’re doing well,’ I said, glad she couldn’t see the sweat trickling down my brow. But now that I had her power in my grasp and could braid our strength together, I couldn’t help but smile.This fucker didn’t have a chance. And I couldn’t resist a little dig.“Ryan, thank your sister for the fact that you haven’t already been neutered. Because trust m
~ CASIMIR ~Jesse was intent, staring at her brother, swallowing, bracing.I squeezed her shoulder to keep her attention.‘You want him submitted—to both of us. He may do or say things that appear to others that he’s ready to harm us. But his true actions and intentions will be for our good.’Jesse nodded, so I continued.‘He is to fully believe that you are on his side—that you’ve been working against me, and will continue to do so. That he admires you and sees you as a part of his network—the jewel in his crown.’Jesse frowned then
~ CASIMIR ~‘Maya!’‘I’ve got it,’ she answered, already gathering power and lifting his head with the weaves, hobbling forward as she cradled his head and set the weaves on him so that he stopped shaking and his wheezes turned to pants, then sighs.Jesse was standing with her hands on her mouth, staring in horror. But within moments her brother was rolling onto his knees and staggering back to his feet, looking sheepish, though with a gleaming light in his eyes that belied his apparent admiration of his sister.“You do not touch her. Ever,”
~ JESSE ~I sat at the table, Cazz right alongside me, holding my hand under the tabletop, glaring at my father who was slumped on the other side.He’d been beaten. And I couldn’t find an ounce of compassion for him.The two guards that brought him out stood, one on either side, their faces twisted into contempt. But my father didn’t even look at them.He just stared at me—drank me in. At first I thought his desperation had to be faked. But then I remembered, he was being painfully honest.I’d tested it.“Did you kill Mom?”
~ JESSE ~My father’s words were so obviously not true, I shuddered, shaking my head and grimacing. ‘Stop, Cazz! I told you, I don’t want him saying anything that he doesn’t mean!’‘Oh he means it,’ Cazz sent back, still snarling at my father. ‘He just needed a reminder of what royalty actually meant. I didn’t compel him to value you, Jesse. He’s doing that on his own. And rightly so. It disgusts me that God gave this man you as a daughter.’&l
~ CASIMIR ~“What is it?” Jesse asked quietly. “What’s wrong?”“I hate seeing you get hurt,” I said frankly.She blinked like she was surprised. “I… thank you.” But that uncertainty was still in her eyes, and it made me want to snap my teeth—not at her, but at this man who’d undermined every confidence she ever had… and at myself for affirming all the fears he’d taught her to have.It washed over me then, that I hadn’t just been my father’s son, I’d also been hers. And that thought made me so ill, I had to push it away and shake my head to rid myself of it.
~ CASIMIR ~A couple of hours later, the palace tunnels and the packlink were quiet. Jesse lay in my arms, deeply asleep, both of us warm in the soft cocoon of her furs. But even though I loved having her there and close and it soothed something in my heart… I couldn’t sleep.I couldn’t stop thinking about her father and what he’d said. I couldn’t stop seeing the similarities between how she felt about him, and how I’d felt about my own father—even if they used different tactics to mold us.And the hair on my arms kept rising every time I thought of that man and the network he likely had in the city…He may not have had my father’s supernatural power. But it was clear he’d been a charismatic and influential man
~ CASIMIR ~I paced that cell, grinding my teeth, hands clenched at my sides as I cracked his mind open like an egg—careful not to change anything, but sending those sifting threads through him just as surely as I did with any wolf under the mountain.He’d managed to evade my torrent of searching power because I’d sent everything towards the catacombs, while he’d been downhill from us.I wasn’t going to make that mistake a second time.Much as I hated it, I was using a technique my father had taught me.The power, like anything else, needed to be molded and directed. Compelling a person to truth and nothing else was fine—if you knew the questions to ask. But compulsion created its own ri