Khasinau followed his father and brother in. He was a little bit later than them, but nonetheless, he was present.
Khasinau’s eyes followed Bristow as he slunk in. The one. The one who was supposedly the father of his half-siblings. Khasinau didn’t really care. His mother had left him, him and brother Nephilim. She obviously didn’t want them. But she wanted her illegitimates, and his sister? That b i t c h. Ugh.
Khasinau flopped down beside his brother, staring stiffly around. The sappy elder Ada was smiling sideways at Laika, a young vampire. Personally, Khasinau had never seen the appeal of vampirism. No, he’d much rather prefer to live forever. Forever, and be the king of Hawthorne.
Power was the one thing Khasinau thirsted for. He had never known how to be compassionate, for that was what a mother taught. His had left him. Her departure, and the fact that (by Khasinau’s suspicion) she only saw worth in his sister and the two whelps, had combined to make him incredibly scornful of women. Girls were never meant to sit the throne. They were supposed to behave and sit pretty. Not abandon their children like had his mother.
Khasinau viewed Queen Lucaya as a strong leader, but only for a fem. She was too cruel at times, too demanding. He supposed this was out of an attempt to keep her seat. But as he always told himself, males were supposed to hold pack power. Who even had the idea to give girls command and fighting roles anyway? If you asked Khasinau, he’d say that it was some dimwit who supposed he could give women a chance. But they were fickle, disloyal things like his mom.


“Marital advice from you, wonderful. Like what, don’t betray your spouse?”