Page 175 of King Alejandro

The phone was cut off, leaving me feeling ice cold.

Did I feel uneasy because the facts he stated were something I had never considered? Or because I let it happen? It was true; even Marcel had been under Endora’s command to the point that he was a mere puppet like most of them… but had we been right to give Rayhan that power? I had given him those files… data I had promised I’d share with no one…

Had I made a mistake?

Puppets of Endora who had regretted their actions… and above that, their mates suffered…

I ran my hand through my hair.

“It’s a shame Delsanra isn’t up to this,” Janaina sighed.

“What the fuck do you mean?” I asked, glad for a distraction from my thoughts.

“I found out that any kind of demon can kill a djinn without dying,” she stated haughtily.

“Well, we don’t fucking have demons walking the fuck around now, do we?” I growled.

Each fucking day closer to ending this shit also meant saying goodbye to Maria, so my mood was gettingfucking worse. Elijah frowned as he watched me calculatingly.

“So, Rayhan almost has the entire blood count? At this rate, you can set off in the morning,” he said quietly. I nodded.

“Yeah. I think I’ll let everyone know,” I said, standing up.

Only the most trusted would know of the plans. My warriors were ready to leave at any moment anyway.

“No, you rest. Take it easy. Keep your energy up, and I’ll let them know,” he said quietly.

“Thanks,” I said quietly. He left the room, and Janaina looked at me.

“You know, I came here earlier for a reason,” she stated.

“Yeah, I’d hope so because I didn’t fucking call you.”

“I still truly dislike your attitude,” she snapped as I sat down again.

“Yeah, I’m not very likeable. Any other obvious fact you want to share?” She frowned but turned away, crossing her arms.

“I’m here because I know exactly why the Djinn wants Dante. Do you wish to know?”

“You have been here for a few fucking hours, and you are telling me this shit now? What do you want in return?” I asked. A smile curled the corners of her lips, and she nodded.

“This time I do want something. We need funds to expand certain areas of our Coven, however, we are not as rich as you.”

“You can’t just magic yourself into some bank vault or some shit and steal whatever the fuck you need?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I lit a cigarette. She narrowed her eyes and glared scathingly at me.

“We don’t steal,” she hissed.

“Fine, I’ll give you the fucking funds. Now, why does he want Dante?”

“It’s a little ironic actually, but he wants Dante’s blood. Your son’s blood will give him a solid form to walk the earth in all his power, not just possessing a vessel like he has with his current host.”

Blood. What the fuck were we all high on? Some vampire-like shit? It came down to that for both parties then.

“So you’re saying he isn’t fully here? Yet he’s that fucking strong?”

“Not exactly. He is here, but he can’t retain his form without a vessel, and since he was summoned by an Escarra, they are his only hosts. However, Dante’s birth was foreseen centuries ago…” I frowned. What was it? What powers did Dante hold that the entire fucking world made him a target? “Do you remember what I told you when you first came to me? That the entire world will have their eyes upon him?”

“Yeah, it’s why he keeps that amulet on.”