Consequence

Chapter 20

May 31, 1813

Dominik's POV

I carefully fill two glasses with bourbon to the brim and hand one to Sebastian. He skeptically took hold of the glass looking at it like I would have tampered with its contents.

Yeah right. I wouldn't go through all that trouble for an idiot like him. If I wanted him dead, his heart would be pierced with a silver dagger by now. It's not like a bit of poison can kill him anyways.

I took a sip from my cup whilst winking at him. He laughs, a little too hard, before taking a sip as well. Now we've established that this conversation will not lead to death...hopefully.

"Domin-" He began but the sound of me slamming my glass on the wooden table halted his speech.

"Sebastian, it's rude to begin the conversation when I'm the one who summoned you." I smirk coolly.

"I understand. You may proceed." He curtly answers with a nod.

"Very well, Sebastian. You will not bring up Evangeline's situation in this house and especially not to her. Don't deny it, my guards overheard you conversing with your wife about spilling the bloody truth. Something about how 'the poor girl deserves to know before it's all too late.' Don't think for once that I will let anything happen to her. She is mine and she'll never leave my side again."

"Hm...yes, I realize that now. I wasn't aware that she was your mate. What a nasty little mark you gave her...claiming what's yours. Am I right? The amount of trust you place in her is insane." He rolls his eyes sarcastically. "The rebellion won't stand for this. She plays a key role in the plan for the fall of King Vincent and soon she will choose a side. Let's just hope it's ours."

Sebastian gulped down his drink and licked his lips, obviously satisfied sharing his opinion. I chugged mine down too.

To hell with it all. I wish this could make me drunk and capable of relieving this mountain of stress...too bad I'm dead.

I sigh, finally coming up with an excuse when a familiar scent reaches my nose.

Evangeline's POV

A million thoughts are racing through my mind. I really don't think my brain can handle this much confusion at once. The worst part is, I have more questions than before I pressed my ear against the drawing room door.

These are the times when I seriously doubt my mental state. Am I stupid? Why am I even here? Nik is going to kill me if I'm found out.

As if on cue, the large wooden door opens up and I'm greeted by Nik's indifferent face. The only emotions lie in his blazing eyes, the anger and anxiety clearly present.

I peer around his shoulder to see Sebastian, his Adam's apple bobbed when he saw me. He physically backs up, then straightens his posture in an attempt to hide his fear.

I look back at Nik who's fuming at the fact that I was unintentionally staring at Sebastian. Uh-oh, I'm screwed.

"Hi?" I peep trying to break the silence.

"What are you doing here, my love?" He says through gritted teeth.

"Um...I was worried." I answer honestly and his expression softens by a fracture.

"What did you hear, exactly?" His stare was beckoning for the truth which I was unwilling to give.

I inhale a shaky, uncertain, breath and gather up my thoughts. "I have only heard rumors but is there really an organized rebellion against the king?"

"Where there are tyrant kings there will always be rebellions." He answers with ease and a hint of distastefulness is evident in his voice.

"I see...and you're a part of one?" I mutter pensively, already knowing the answer.

"Honey, he runs one." Chimes in another voice from behind me. I turn to see Vera smirking with her hands on her hips signaling to her brother with her gaze.

Two dukes would dare raise a hand against their own king. That's right...he's a demon...the demon who ruined their lives. The same demon who is ruining mine.