My Brother's Keeper(26)

Amelia stared at Kendrick as if she didn't know him. "You don't believe that."

Kendrick sneered at her. "Oh yes, yes, I do."

She shook her head. "No, you don't! If you didn't care, you wouldn't have deliberately chosen to live in Lower City where you could help the most people. You wouldn't have helped my brothers with the units. You wouldn't have sent spell after spell to witches outside the city to keep them safe. If you truly didn't care about anyone, you wouldn't have raised such a loving and kind brother. And you wouldn't have been my athair." Amelia's voice broke, and sobbing, she turned to Darian.

Darian glared at Kendrick. "You've hurt her."

Kendrick shrugged. "She's a crybaby; she's been hurting for other people her whole life."

Amelia wailed harder, and Darian ground his teeth together. "You and me, outside. Now!"

Kendrick twirled a hand at him. "Sorry, old man, I don't have time for a macho showdown."

Anne twisted her hands in her lap. She had to believe that Kendrick was doing this for a reason, but what reason could he have to hurt Amelia? She looked over at Meryn. Meryn was watching Kendrick closely and not saying a word. It was as if she, too, was trying to figure out what Kendrick was doing.

Marshall stood, eyes blazing. "You've gone too far! How dare you hurt my daughter? You'll make time for me, young man!"

Kendrick smiled lazily. "What do you care? You couldn't protect your king, and you abandoned your own daughter in the process. Tell me, why I should take you seriously? What are you going to do?" Kendrick stood, knocking his chair over. "Well? Your king is dead. You have no idea who your enemy is. You're clearly outnumbered and outmatched. What. Will. You. Do?" Kendrick drew out each word mockingly.

Marshall roared. "I'll fight! I will uncover the truth, and when I do, I will destroy the ones who killed our king. I will make our people face the truth. I will erase every assessment test and protocol our council has put forth!" Marshall drew in a shaky breath. "We'll start over."

Kendrick let his head fall forward, when he raised it back up, there was warmth in his eyes again. "Then it sounds like you have a plan." When he smiled, it was no longer empty or sardonic.

Amelia turned in her chair to face him. "I hate you!"

Kendrick winced. "Oh, my darling girl, I am more sorry than you will ever know. But I had to know how far your father was willing to go. You know I didn't mean any of it."

Amelia glared at him. "You called me a crybaby."

"Well, you are." Kendrick said, looking confused.

"I am, but you said it to be mean," Amelia pointed out.

"I said I was sorry."

"You owe me two rides," Amelia sniffled.

Kendrick sighed. "Fine. Two rides."

"Rides?" Anne and Meryn asked at the same time.

Amelia wiped her face with her napkin. "Kendrick can fly."

"Seriously?" Anne and Meryn asked in unison again.

Kendrick nodded and picked up his chair. "I picked it up somewhere." He sat down and placed his napkin in his lap.

Marshall remained standing, he stared at Kendrick as if he had never seen him before. "Who are you?" he asked in a raspy voice.

Kendrick shrugged. "I'm just a poor archivist from the Lower City."

Meryn gasped and covered her mouth with her hands.

Kendrick shook his head. "I should have known you'd figure it out first. What gave it away?"

"Your name. Beth and I are doing the census; of course, I paid close attention to the family histories of everyone in this house. Keelan's was the only one that came up with a dead end. I was going to ask you about it later but..." Meryn blinked. "Holy shit balls," she whispered softly.

"Oh, Gods!" Gavriel and Beth exclaimed at the same time.

Anne turned over everything in her mind. The one word that popped out at her from the jumbled mess of confusion swirling around her mind was, heika. It meant...

"Your Majesty," she whispered.

There was a look of pride in Kendrick's eyes when he looked down at her. "I knew you'd get it."

"Holy shit balls is right," Colton echoed.

"How?" Aiden asked, looking from Meryn to Kendrick then to Marshall.

"Your Majesty!" Marshall exclaimed and bowed so deep Anne thought he was going to fall forward.

Kendrick shook his head. "Please don't call me that."

Lily stood quickly and curtsied low beside her mate. "Your Majesty, please forgive us."

Ryuu swept in from the kitchen and looked around. He turned to Kendrick. "You finally told them?"

Kendrick grimaced. "Sort of."

Ryuu placed a bowl of soup in front of Lily then Marshall. "You may want to get up; he really doesn't like that." Ryuu refilled their water glasses and walked around the table to check on Meryn.

Marshall and Lily straightened then looked at Kendrick who motioned to their chairs. They sat down, looking completely dazed.

Aiden stared at Meryn. "How did you figure it out?"

Meryn smirked. "Their last name. Ashwood. He combined the names of the two loyal houses. Ash from Ashleigh and Wood from Ironwood, Ashwood. There are no documented births or deaths of anyone with that last name in any of our records."

Marshall stared at Kendrick. "Prince Julian?"

Kendrick nodded.

"Julian?" The question was echoed around the table.

Kendrick shot Anne an apologetic look before facing everyone. "My name is Julian Stormhart, son of Kiran and Celeste Stormhart of the witch's city of Storm Keep."

Meryn turned to Anne. "This definitely increases his rank."

"Meryn!" Aiden covered her mouth with his hand.

Kendrick winked at the small troublemaker.

"But you were lost to us, how? When?" Marshall stuttered.

Kendrick threaded his fingers together in front of him on the table and took a deep breath. "I never really fit in among the noble families. I didn't look like mother or father; the rumors the nobles allowed a young boy to overhear were hurtful. So, I left as soon as I was old enough. Father had mastered mind magic before I was born and was an expert dream walker. Even though I travelled all over the world, he would reach out to me at least once a month to see what I was up to."

Kendrick smiled at the memory. "For over a thousand years I trained with shamans, priests, monks, keepers of knowledge. I was in what is now called Japan when news of the Great War reached me. My father had kept all knowledge of the War from me to keep me out of the fighting. He insisted I stay away, so, of course I wanted to come home, but I was too late. When I finally returned home, a new city had been formed, a castle built, and my parents were missing." He took a deep breath.

"Since I had been gone so long, no one recognized me. I wandered around the city for days looking for clues to what happened. When I heard about the deaths of my father's most trusted and closest friends and their mates, I knew I had to leave the city. I traveled for weeks before my father reached out to me in my dreams. He said that they had been betrayed and could never return to the city. I argued and told him I would fight, but he said no. That it was impossible to fight an unknown enemy.

"I had no idea what he meant at the time. I was young and angry, but I did as my father ordered and I stayed away from Storm Keep. Over time, my parents were forgotten, and we settled into a peaceful life. I still travelled, and they built a tiny cabin in the woods."

His expression softened. "I think that the years they spent alone in that cabin were the happiest of my parents' lives. They weren't a king and a queen, they were simply Kiran and Celeste."

He shook his head. "Anyway, everything was peaceful until the twins were born. Father didn't realize how much power they were giving off. It made it easy for our enemies to find them. One night, during a dream visit, I finally was able to meet my baby brothers for the first time. Gods! They were so tiny and helpless, I fell in love the second I saw them." He swallowed hard. "Mother dropped out of the dream first, to put Kendrick to bed. Keelan stayed with my father since I was still playing with him. We heard a loud noise and a scream. I'll never forget the look on my father's face when he realized my mother had been killed." He squeezed his hands together tightly in front of him.

"When my father realized that my mother was already dead and Kendrick along with her, he made a decision. He pulled out his dagger and sliced open his wrists. He called upon the Gods to grant him one final wish. Instead of using his vast power to fight his enemies, he offered up his life and pushed the baby and his grimoire to me. I remember screaming at him to fight, but the look he gave me was so peaceful and serene, I knew he wanted to be with my mother and brother more than he wanted revenge. He didn't want them facing death alone.

"When I woke, Keelan was in my arms, and my father's grimoire was on the floor. My father made history that day as the first witch to pass physical matter across great distances in a dream state, but no one would ever know.

"To keep us safe, I bound Keelan's powers until he was old enough to do it himself and we moved back to Storm Keep. I figured that the enemy didn't know that Keelan or I even existed, and if we did, what were the odds we would live right under their noses? I took my brother's name, so that, in some small way, I could honor his memory and settled in as lowly archivist. I could monitor the council closely and slowly destroy the books of powerful spells my father was forced to leave behind."