A Love From A Different World

Chapter 36

The music had stopped immediately and silence engulfed the room.

Rhysand was livid. Every bone in his body was begging him to rip Keir in half. His words rang in his head. He had called Celaena a whore-threatened her- It took all his strength to suppress his intense desire to kill his uncle.

Before he knew what he was doing, the throne room exploded into the night. That split second helped regain some of his sanity and enveloped him into a deadly calm. He leashed his magic and the room was once again illuminated. He leaned back against his throne and looked down at his Steward, barely calming down the roar in his head.

"Apologies," Rhys commanded, with a calm ever so lethal.

His lack of response only angered Rhysand. From his throne, the High Lord glared at the kneeling male, watching as his muscles strained, as a sweat broke out on his lip.

Barely resisting the urge to end his uncle's worthless life, Rhysand stared him down. "I said," He repeated, "apologize."

When the vile immortal groaned in answer, Rhys could not stop himself from breaking his bone. The crack was heard by all and followed by Keir's screams.

This son of a bitch had the nerve to look at Celaena in disgust-

The Steward's arm fractured into four pieces, the skin going taunt.

This foul thing dared to call Celaena a whore-

There went his elbow.

All that could be heard was his endless sobbing and the sound of his bones disintegrating. But Rhysand wasn't thinking of that. Because the only thing plaguing his mind was hearing those dreadful words directed to his woman.

Keir's eyes were full of hatred as he glared at Celaena, who hadn't moved from his side. He mouth those two meaningless words as tears rolled down his face.

But it was not enough-nothing he would never be able to enough for Rhysand to forgive him for threatening Celaena.

And so Rhysand splintered the bones of his other arm.

Face frozen in rage, Rhys gave a chilling smile as his uncle screamed some more. "Should I kill him for it?"

No one answered.

Rhys chuckled. He said to his Steward, "When you wake up, you're not to see a healer. If I hear that you do ... " Another crack—Keir's pinkie finger went saggy. The male shrieked. The heat that had boiled Rhysand's blood turned to ice. "If I hear that you do, I'll carve you into pieces and bury them where no one can stand a chance of putting you together again."

Just as Keir's eyes widened-now in terror- Rhysand struck him unconscious with his magic.

His rage was infinite, but Rhys stopped himself from doing anything more. That privilege was solely reserved to Mor. "Dump him in his room."

To calm the waging war inside of him, Rhys distracted himself by calling up courtiers for more reports. As they droned on, he watched Celaena leave the room, Cassian at her back.