Total pages in book: 208
Estimated words: 207002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1035(@200wpm)___ 828(@250wpm)___ 690(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 207002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1035(@200wpm)___ 828(@250wpm)___ 690(@300wpm)
“Neri...” I choked. “I need to call her. To tell her I’m—”
“I told her you were dead.”
“What?”
“It’s for the best.”
“Y-You can’t. Fuck.” I shot upright, ignoring the spinning room and burning bones. “You can’t let her believe that. It’s a lie. She’ll be—”
“Heartbroken? Yes, she most likely will be. I know the ache of heartbreak, Aslan. Your mother, Defne, will always haunt me, but...it’s for the best. You will eventually move on and find a woman worthy of your future rank. And the pretty Australian girl you had a fling with will be nothing more than—”
“She’s my wife,” I hissed. “I will never marry anyone else.”
His eyebrows rose. “Your wife? Her last name is still Taylor. You were illegal. How—”
“It’s done. We’re bound in every way that counts. Let me call her. Right fucking now. You can’t let her keep thinking I’m dead.” Sourness splashed on my tongue as my temperature rose and weakness crawled through my limbs. “Fuck, she thinks I’ve been dead for six days. She’ll be...she’ll be distraught.”
“She will heal.”
“But I won’t! Let me go. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be your heir. I’m not your son! You killed my uncle and aunt. You are the reason my parents, sister, and cousin are dead—”
“Careful, Aslan. Those people were not your family. I am.”
“You will never be my family.”
The room chilled as Cem turned to stone beside me. “You are correct about that. For now. You carry my blood, yet you are corrupted by others. I’d hoped...” He sighed and shook his head. “I’d hoped not to have to discuss this so soon, but...you give me no choice—”
“Just let me tell Nerida I’m okay, alright? I’ll stay here while I heal, and then—”
“You’ll leave me again?” He shook his head. “No, that’s not possible.”
“If you truly care for me like a father, you would want me to make my own life.”
“The life I offer you is incomparable.”
“I don’t want it. I could never do what you do and hurt those you hurt.”
“That’s because you’re weak.” He sniffed as his eyes welled with fresh tears. Crocodile tears. Tears from a murderer. “It’s up to me to make you strong again.”
My heart skipped a few beats as the tug of fog and spinning dizziness threatened to pull me under. I wasn’t in any condition to fight or even argue. I accepted that, for now, I was stuck here. And while being stuck in a bed with drugs flowing in my veins to keep me alive, I had no choice but to play nice, but...I also couldn’t lie.
I couldn’t say I’d be something I could never be...life or no life.
Taking a deep breath, I whispered, “Can’t you choose another heir? Someone you know? Someone who is already what you want?”
“There is no such person.”
I frowned. “But...I thought you wanted to kill me. My father—”
“I am your father,” he snarled. “Emre was a thief.”
“He will always be my father. You are nothing more than a murderer.”
Cem’s entire demeanour turned black. “I figured you’d have concerns, Aslan, but I didn’t think you’d be suicidal with them.”
My hands balled. “I’ve run from you my entire life. I’ve spent the last decade believing you were hunting to kill me.” My head pounded as I growled, “I don’t understand why you haven’t. I’m a threat to your empire, aren’t I? I’m the only one who can claim what you’ve created—”
“You are.” His chest puffed up with pride. “I could’ve chosen another. I could’ve adopted or pretended that I’d sired a second son, but...no one could compare to you.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“True. But...I have been learning. I’ve been investigating everything you’ve been up to for the past twenty-four years, and I like what I read. You are loyal and loving, protective and proud. You are right that I did toy with the idea of ending you more than once. After all, you have spent far too many years being brainwashed by that fucking thief Avci, but...I wanted the chance to get to know you. And...if you get to know me, perhaps you will see we are more alike than you think.”
My heart thundered.
I already knew I was too like him, and I’d never even met him. The colours in my brain, the violence in my soul.
I could blame Neri for that.
The moment I mutilated Ethan for her, then sank inside her wet warmth, I couldn’t restrain myself anymore.
She activated a switch in me. A switch that commanded I raze the world for her. A switch I couldn’t turn off.
“I will never be your heir.”
“Then we are at an impasse because now that I know what it would feel like to have you die...I will never kill you.” He reached for my hand again, but I ripped it out of his grasp. The motion cost me, and I gasped for air.