“I’m not playing this game with you. What do you really want? And why aren’t you with Nyx? I’m sure she misses you already.”
“STOP IT!” The words exploded from Erebus.
Kalona looked up from his carving, a half smile playing at the corner of his full lips. “Be careful. That sounded angry. I didn’t think you could get angry.”
Erebus ran his hand through his long blond hair and sighed. “I can get angry. I just try not to.”
“Why?”
“I could spout a bunch of platitudes like, ‘Anger doesn’t solve anything,’ or ‘Anger isn’t the loving choice,’ but I’m speaking with complete honesty today and the truth is that being angry isn’t fun.” Erebus shrugged and chuckled. “I don’t think I’ve ever even admitted that to myself until now.”
“Huh. Not the reason I expected,” said Kalona.
“Well, it’s the truth. Your turn. Tell me why you so often embrace anger.”
Erebus waited, though he didn’t believe his brother would answer him, so he was pleasantly surprised when Kalona spoke.
“I do not embrace anger.”
“But you’re usually angry.”
“Not because I want to be.”
Erebus leaned forward and steepled his fingers as he met his brother’s amber gaze. “Then stop choosing it!”
“Do you not think I’ve tried! I don’t want this—this unending jealousy and burning, festering anger. I want to choose Nyx—choose us. But I cannot seem to sustain the choice—the happiness. One look at you—one thought about you and her, together, in each other’s arms—” Kalona’s jaw clenched and he looked away from Erebus. “And the jealousy creeps back and then anger follows. Sometimes I feel like there must be something missing inside me.”
“Interesting to hear you say that. I’ve been wondering the same thing recently, and I may have a solution, but first I want you to know something.”
“If I sit here and listen will you go away?”
“I hope if you sit and truly listen, after you hear me out you won’t want me to.”
Kalona snorted. “Not likely, but speak anyway.”
Erebus met and held his brother’s gaze. “The night of the spirit test when you found Nyx in my arms and then—”
“We have sworn to never speak of that!”
“Then keep your oath. Do not speak. Only listen.”
“Wait,” Kalona put the half-whittled arrow down and focused his entire attention on his brother. “Are you actually going to break your oath to Nyx?”
“I am.”
“But if the Goddess finds out, she will not trust you as she does now,” Kalona said.
“Yes. I understand that.”
“Why are you giving me the power to harm your relationship with Nyx?”
“Because I cannot spend eternity watching you and the Goddess break each other’s hearts, especially when there is no reason for it. Now, will you listen while I speak?”
Kalona nodded slowly, and Erebus realized that for the first time in a very long time his brother was truly listening to him, so he continued.
“Before the spirit test and the horrible death of the maiden, before Nyx breathed life back into her and named her vampyre, when you came upon us laughing in each other’s arms as she told me how happy I make her—the reason she was so very happy is because we were speaking of you and of her love for you.”
“What? That cannot be true. She was in your bed.”
Erebus laughed. “She was sitting with me beside a geyser, pretending she did not mind the foul smell. I was showing her a litter of wild kittens that I’d found.”
Kalona snorted. “You and those damn cats.”
“It’s not me and those damn cats. It’s Nyx. She loves them, and I enjoy seeing her smile, and not because she and I are lovers. Because she and I are friends. That day she was telling me how difficult it was for her to be away from you, but that she wanted to allow you time to prepare for the last test so that you could finally join her in the Otherworld.”
“She said that? Truly?”
“Yes. Truly. She also told me she was sad that you never called for her, but that she understood because you were busy preparing for the test.”
“But I did call for her. Many times!” Kalona stood and began to pace.
“That’s strange, brother. I know Nyx would come should ever you call her. She admitted to me that she was waiting for your call—hoping for your call. That she’d sent her little servant, L’ota, to stay near you so that you had a way to contact her.”
“Of course! I should have known there was something wrong with that damned skeeaed! Especially after the old Shaman killed her—or whatever he did to her. He told me she—” The winged immortal paused, thinking back. “He said she was a demon in league with Darkness.”
“So that’s what happened to the sprite. Why didn’t you say anything about it, especially when Nyx asked about her absence?” asked Erebus.
“I had my reasons!” Kalona snapped.
“Fine.” Erebus raised his hands as if in surrender. “Keep your secrets, but you should ask Nyx if the skeeaed ever relayed a message to her from you. I would bet my golden wings the Goddess tells you no.”
“And if I asked Nyx if she and you were lovers that day?”
“You would be breaking your oath to never speak of it, so I will answer you. Brother, Nyx and I have never been lovers.”
Kalona frowned and opened his mouth to speak, but Erebus stopped him.
“No. Let me tell you exactly what I said to Nyx when she asked me, that very day, if I ever feel jealous that you and she are lovers, and she and I are not. I told her clearly that I would most willingly and happily come to her bed should she desire me, but that I have no burning need to be her lover. My only wish is for her happiness, and I believed then—and now—that she would be happiest with you at her side for eternity, brother. You as lover and warrior. Not me. That is not my destiny. And that is when she threw her arms around me and told me how happy I make her. All because I’d acknowledged her adoration for you.”
Kalona blinked as if he was trying to clear his vision, and for an instant Erebus saw tears pooling in his brother’s amber eyes. “It is me she loves with desire.”
“Yes. It is. But you’re ruining that.”
Kalona’s eyes flashed. “Then leave! Go to Earth and let me spend eternity with my Goddess!”