“Is what he says true, Father?” I demanded, glaring directly into his eyes for any signs of deceit. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he’s fucking insatiable.” Apophis shrugged, sprawled backwards into a chair that I swear had not been there a moment ago, “I was saving time.” “He would not have accepted the answer you gave him. “Apophis!” father scolded, breaking the silence. Marcus, Meg, and Raphe simply froze in place. Fenrir also looked to his brother, but his face was filled with betrayal. My father snapped his head to the snake god, furious. The impact was equivalent to a bomb going off in the room. His voice was soft, but his words shouted. “Because otherwise Ammi would die.” I froze mid-rant as Apophis spoke. “Why should I?” I snarled, fully loosing my tenuous grip on sanity, “I’ve done so my whole life, and what have I gotten in return? Spurned by Heaven, backstabbed by my brothers, and now, after finally finding my mate, only to have you tear her from my side?! Give me one damn reason-” I hated it, and I hated what he was asking of me. “You need to trust my judgement, son.” Despite the fact that he was a couple inches shorter than me, my father still managed to make me feel like a child. “She was safe with me,” I replied tightly, breathing deeply in an attempt to gain control.
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