Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1185(@200wpm)___ 948(@250wpm)___ 790(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1185(@200wpm)___ 948(@250wpm)___ 790(@300wpm)
“I see His Majesty has been doing some redecorating,” Nyktos commented as we walked into another courtyard that I was too afraid to check out.
“So it appears.” A muscle flexed along Attes’s jaw, a small reaction that seemed to speak volumes. “I’m not sure what sealed their fate, but I believe some were Chosen taken from a recent Rite.”
The breath I took scorched my lungs as I briefly closed my eyes.
Nyktos squeezed my hand, saying nothing as Attes led us under a heavily flowered breezeway, the sweet floral scent and pale pink-and-purple beauty of the blooms completely at odds with what I’d witnessed.
“Were you summoned here?” Nyktos asked as we passed the smooth sandstone walls of several bungalows.
“Kyn was.” Attes glanced at Nyktos. “So, I decided to join him.”
Something passed between the two Primals as Attes refocused on the winding pathway. “Hanan is also here. Whether he was summoned or not, I do not know.”
Unease stirred even stronger, but Nyktos only smirked. “And why is it that you decided to join us?”
Attes stepped in front of one of the bungalows. “I was hoping to see Sera.”
Nyktos slowly turned his head to the other Primal as eather crackled in the air around his eyes.
I sighed. “I think you find some perverse pleasure in irritating Nyktos.”
“I have many perverse pleasures,” Attes admitted. “But I wanted to make sure you remembered what I told you when we first met.” His steps slowed. “That while I found your sharp tongue to be refreshing, and even alluring,” he said, his cool silver eyes meeting mine, “others will not. Especially those you will find here at Cor Palace.”
Within the shadowy alcoves lining the gold-adorned halls leading to the atrium, individuals, partly clothed and fully nude, engaged in every sexual act imaginable—and some I hadn’t even considered—both alone and in groups. I didn’t look close enough to tell if they were all gods or not, because…good gods, there was a lot happening everywhere if the moans and gasps echoing around us were anything to go by.
Neither Nyktos nor Attes appeared all that bothered or even aware of the flashes of bare limbs and glistening skin beneath gilded ceilings, leaving me to wonder exactly how common this was.
“When did you arrive?” Nyktos asked as I worked to keep my gaze away from the plated columns lining the entrances of the alcoves and only on the golden, brocaded curtains at the end of the hall.
“Only a few hours ago,” Attes answered, his eyes slightly squinted. “You likely won’t be surprised to hear this, but Kyn is already deep in his cups.”
Nyktos smirked. “Not even remotely.”
“Is anyone else here?” I asked. I didn’t say her name, but I felt Nyktos’s gaze on me.
“No other Primal that I’m aware of. My presence alone more than makes up for their absence.” He sent me a quick, teasing grin.
I rolled my eyes, relieved to learn that Veses was absent, but worried that Nyktos might just remove at least one vital organ or piece of Attes by the time we were finished here.
The embers thrummed faintly as the golden curtains parted ahead. My heart kicked around in my chest. The space beyond was a large, circular chamber, but not one I would necessarily call an atrium. Deep couches and settees sat at the foot of thick swaths of material which appeared to cover the windows lining the walls, and the ceiling above looked to have been painted over by…gold.
My gaze immediately went across the chamber to the raised, columned dais between two closed archways. Gold curtains were tied back to the columns, revealing a throne trimmed in what appeared to be diamonds and…gold.
I was beginning to see a theme—a rather gaudy one—in the Cor Palace as we crossed the marble floor with gold veining throughout.
I noticed the atrium was not empty. A tall, dark-haired male stood to the right of the dais with his back to us as he spoke to someone I couldn’t see. He was dressed like Attes and Nyktos—dark leathers and a sleeveless tunic. A silver cuff adorned his upper biceps. He had a cup in his hand, half-full of a dark, amber liquid.
“Hanan,” Nyktos advised under his breath, dipping his head toward mine.
My stomach felt like it was full of serpents as I gave a short nod. There were others in the atrium, spaced throughout, resembling the guards we’d passed—fully armored and faces painted gold.
Nyktos guided us to a settee to the left, as far as possible from the guards. He sat, pulling me into the space between his legs. I went stiff for half a second before I remembered why he’d positioned me so. I relaxed against his chest, keeping my expression blank.
Attes arched a brow. “I must locate my brother,” he said, glancing back to the very…active hall we’d traveled through. “Before he gets himself into some sort of predicament I’m likely to find displeasing.”