Chapter Twenty-Five

Daeja listened as Heliodore rose to her defense, but she refused to be taken in by his charm again. The reality hurt too much for that. Oh, what she would not give if he had only believed her at the first. But he hadn’t.

Where could they go from here?

She closed her eyes against the despair threatening to swallow her. Focusing on the task at hand instead.

“So, this Cass Viper. He a tough guy?” Jasper asked.

“Well, actually, he is a dickhead,” Daeja informed them, ignoring the bark of laughter from Dor.

“But he is a Wyvern?”

“A Drakein,” she corrected. “He has taken command and is an unjust tyrant. No one can challenge his rule, except maybe you.”

Daeja sucked in a deep breath, her magenta eyes darting to all three Wessex brothers.

“Us?” Jasper murmured.

“Which one of us?” Dor asked.

“Any of the four. It is your birthright to lead the Clan.”

“The fuck?” Larimar said.

“Okay, pause. You’re saying we are aliens?” Jasper repeated slowly and Dor growled at him.