Kyan
She shouldn’t have known the name of the game, and she shouldn’t have known anything about my childhood. My father was dead before she would have had any memories valid to go off. I knew her magic was familiar; I knew it came from my bloodline, but how she got it exactly is what confuses me. There are only two ways to do that. Either it is given to her or she siphoned it from him.
Anger courses through me at either one of those answers. Either he handed it over, knowing he could have used it to save them both, or she took it from him and killed him.
Tap, Tap, Tap. Looking up, I see Lucas is at my car window, and I look around. I don’t even remember the drive here. Tossing the door open, I get out.
“Are you alright? You have been sitting in your car for half an hour, and inside is freezing,” he asks.
“Sorry,” I mutter, stalking off toward the house.
Unfortunately, the house runs off energy and mine is lethal right now, so no wonder it is freezing inside, not that I could tell. I always feel cold unless Marabella is near.
“Did you find my phone?” I ask him as I step in and remove my jacket.
“No, what’s going on?” He furrows his brows.
“Nothing, it doesn’t matter,” I tell him, stalking off upstairs. I walk to my room, not knowing what to think.
“It changes nothing,” Kaif tells me, and I growl at him. Wrong. It changes everything; I think when Lucas walks in. His breath makes clouds in the air as he shivers and rubs his arms.
“Go stay somewhere else if it bothers you?” I snap at him.
“Or maybe you could tell me what is wrong?” Lucas says, walking into the room. He never gives up with his questioning.
“Marabella has Dad’s magic.” If he is shocked, he doesn’t show it. He glances away, giving a slight nod, and I pin him with a glare. His eyes meet mine and dart away, making me rise to my feet.
“You knew?” I ask him. He shakes his hand from side to side; his mouth opens and closes. “Tell me you didn’t know,” he says nothing, instead sighs and rubs his temples. He may be my mother’s brother, but right now, I want to beat the crap out of him. How could he keep this from me? “Did you know what he was going to do that day?”
“He said Mara would be Kaif’s redemption,” Lucas tells me, feeding the same crap he has been spouting for years.
“Did you know?” I repeat.
“Kyan,” Lucas sighs.
“Did you know!?” I scream at him, and the lights flicker as my power surges. My anger rises when he continues to stare at me.
“Yes, I knew. That is why your father picked me up that day. He knew he would die; he knew the reaper rogues would attack. Dominic knew, Kyan. He signed custody over days before it happened.” My hands are around his throat before he can finish what he was going to say. “Kyan,” he chokes out around my grip. I feel Kaif tug on my control before Jonah’s voice flits through my head via the mind link.
“Calm down, bro. Do you need me to come over?” he asks.
“No!” I snap back before my arms are ripped away by Kaif taking control.
I can feel Jonah’s presence in the back of my head, and I try to shove him out, but because of the damn bond, he can now fight me back, thanks to Kaif. Lucas gasps and rubs his throat, hunched over next to the wall.
“You knew and didn’t try to stop him. He didn’t have to die!” I spit at Lucas.
“Yes, he did,” Lucas chokes out, and I growl, trying to take a step forward. Kaif still has complete control of my body. As pissed as he is, he wants to hear Lucas out.
“How can you say that? He was my father,” I force the words through gritted teeth.
“That is exactly why Kyan. He was your father, and you would never have forgiven yourself. Marabella would be dead, and so would your father. You would have no one left, no one at all; it was the only way,” Lucas explains.
“He had the power; he could have saved himself!” I insists.
“Not from you. He couldn’t!” Lucas yells.
“What?”
“If he let Marabella die, you would have killed him for it. Kaif would have killed him. Could you live with that? Could you, Kyan? Because your father saw it, he saw it all, and he made a choice, you didn’t have to like it, but it was his choice,” Lukas shouts at me.
I shake my head. “What are you talking about? I was a kid.”
“But Kaif wasn’t! He knew who she was to him even then; Mara was set to die that day. Your father saw it, so he intervened. If he didn’t, you would have killed not only him but everyone that day. If he didn’t intervene that day, you would have not only lost her but Jonah, and his family, Marabella, me, everyone. Your father saw it, and he tried for weeks to find another way, but the moment she walked into that stadium with her mother, your father sensed her power. It matched yours, he knew, he knew the curse could be broken because, for once, Kaif met his match. Kaif had a match that had power that rivaled his own. Marabella is not your enemy, Kyan. She is your equal, and your father died for you, not her. He fucking died for you,” Lucas yells at me. By the time he is done, he is left panting.
“Don’t you get it?” he asks while rubbing his arms, his eyes darting to my bedside table where my fathers photo sits before he looks over at me. “Everything he did, he did for you and her, for Kaif, to break this damn curse Hades put on you, to undo the past. He didn’t want you trapped in the underworld with him, Kyan, not in Hades’s prison world, he made a choice, and he lived with it. It’s about time you do too,” Lucas says before walking out and slamming the door.
For years I blamed her for his death when it was my fault. I blamed her, blamed him when the blame was on me.
“Kyan?”
“Not now, Jonah,” I tell him. Kaif for once remains quiet. He is buried under my grief just as much as me. My legs go from under me as my knees hit the floor at the realization.