Vicious Saints [18+]

005: Forbidden fruit

|Alysanne Valentine|

Raising my brow at the decision my uncle just made moments ago, "Seriously, how long are they staying here for?"

The medallion in his orbs glistened like syrup against the green specks. My fingers gripped the backrest of the sleek hickory sofa chair.

"One more day, then we will begin preparations for Azarov. Therefore he needs to stay another three days, he has to be well informed on the duties of a High Table member."

The words flowed freely off of his tongue but they were like acld to my brain.

Azarov is apart of The High Table; the natural instinct of him is to deny the role but accepting it gives him a greater advantage at protecting Cora. There is that hidden knowledge he has that no one bothers to decipher, to most Azarov isn't worth paying attention to. They were going to bow down to him because a true king never reveals his secrets and that is what Azarov is built on.

My uncle is perceptive, I gained that ability from him. He peeled the layers of Azarov Iatova and found a man who is a master at deception.

Azarov intrigued him from the start, he might not have asked questions but the amount of access he has to confidential records, I wouldn't put it past him to know Azarov's IQ scores. I tossed his name into the ring of fire for potential members and my uncle didn't hesitate to add him on the list. We both knew his intelligence surpassed everyone else on the list even every table member, Azarov leveled with my uncle and that alone speaks for itself if you knew what goes on in my uncle's brain.

Secrets are meant to be kept from the light but as a Table member, my uncle already knows all of Azarov Iatova's skeletons.

"Is there going to be a problem with him staying under our roof?"

I must have zoned out because my Uncle stared at me with concern.

The sincerity and emotion layered thick in his voice from the question. Although it might come across as cold, my uncle knew the extent of my attraction to Azarov. He is being considerate whether I would be comfortable with Azarov under our roof since I couldn't be around him for more than a few minutes without reminiscing about the past.

I can contain my box of humanity but when Azarov is around, it's like a Jack-in the box, begging to spring open. And that's what frightens me because I don't want to close it.
There is devilry in his soul, the vexatious aura that is filled with secrets is practically latching onto my rotten soul felt addicted like a junky is with cocaine, two years sober and now I am about to relapse, with a massive grin on my face.

"No, it won't be a problem." I shrugged in an attempt to detour my frazzled state.

Those intrusive orbs were scanning my features and body language, I knew he saw through my façade. I couldn't put anything past him, its almost like his superpower to easily detect when people are lying.

"I can send him home tomorrow."

"No, no. It's not a problem, we haven't run into each other these past couple days and three more won't make a difference." I reassured, praying that it was true.

"Okay. Let Jaevry and Darcy know I need them in my office." Uncle Izaak instructed before going back to his stacks of paper work.

There wasn't a crinkle in his brows as he sorted through the papers, he speedily read through forms and signed where is necessary before repeating the action.

Even after years of watching it, he never falters and continues to do the duties a real leader is supposed to. Without complaints, without dragging others into his mess and all while protecting seemingly everyone around the world.