Ivan
That wasn't what I wanted to hear.
I schooled my features before anyone saw me and quickened my pace. His admission only made me feel worse. That meant power was a fatal flaw that was part of my very being. Not that it should be surprising. Van hadn't hid his desire for me to accept the throne. He wanted to be king again, and since I was the part of our soul that was in complete control, I was the one who decided. No matter how many times we went around it, the facts stayed the same. Now? My resolve was even more concrete. I didn't want to hurt Nefera.
'What makes you think you'd hurt her with this?' Van stretched, moving away from the fog that engulfed him from wherever he existed to join my brothers. They didn't move away from him. Instead, getting closer. 'What makes you think she wouldn't be happy to help you?'