do you just want to fuck her? Either way, I hope you always remember I was there first.â
âYou didnât fuck her.â Tightly leashed rage laced the words. The warlock seemed to know what buttons to push.
Stefan smiled. âHow do you know for certain?â
Thomas turned on his heel and paced away, trying very hard to keep his anger in check. Doing that around Stefan was difficult in the best of times; now it was nearly impossible. He wouldnât lose his temper with Stefan again. It made him look weak, uncontrolled.
Stefan gave a soft laugh and leaned against the wall behind him.
Thomas turned toward the warlock. âI just spoke to Micah, who has finished examining some of the documents you provided. They point to a genetic and magickal link between demons and witches. Why didnât the Duskoff share this information with the Coven?â
Stefan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and spreading his hands wide. âIt is not like weâre friendly organizations, Thomas. This naïveté is irritating. Why would the warlocks share anything with the witches? What possible advantage would the Duskoff gain?â
âWeâre enemies, but we still share a race,â Thomas replied through gritted teeth. âUnfortunately.â
Stefan gave him a slow smile. âAnd that is the core of what bothers you, is it not? Sharing a race? You worry that witches might be demon spawn. You are concerned that you and your Coven fight so hard to be a force for good, yet your magick may come from a dark and violent alien people. Has it occurred to you, Thomas, that warlocks may be truer to their parental nature than witches? Does it concern you that all witches have this propensity for chaos and mayhem because of our genetics?â
Thatâs exactly what had occurred to him, though he didnât want to admit that to Stefan. So he got back to his reason for forcing himself into the same room with Stefan in the first place. âWhat more do you know about this?â
Stefan met his gaze. âI know it to be true. I can feel it in the center of my being. I feel it every time I take a life because the act fills me with such a sense of power. We are superior over the non-magickals, Thomas. Donât you see? Embrace what you are and realize this truth.â
He had a wild glint in his eye and Thomas wondered for a moment if incarceration in Gribben might be stripping Stefan of his sanity. Of course, more than likely Stefanâs sanity had been shaky before theyâd caught him.
Stefan leaned forward, his voice becoming impassioned. âThe witches and warlocks could rule the non-magickals if we combined our efforts. Have you never considered the power we wield, Thomas? We could take over the world. Do you never think of the possibilities?â
Thomas regarded him for a long moment before replying, expression grim, jaw locked. âNo, I donât think about that. But I do think you have a complex about the size of your dick.â
Stefanâs face fell and he blinked slowly. His expression as he glanced away could only be described as vulnerable. âControl, Thomas. I have a complex about control. Thatâs something a warlock has a lot of.â His voice trembled.
For a moment, Thomas almost thought he understood Stefan. That scary second burned itself into his psyche. He knew Stefanâs history, knew the abuse heâd suffered at the hands of his biological parents, knew heâd suffered even more when heâd run away from Franceâs child protective services and survived on the streets. Knew heâd been shaped like hot glass in an artisanâs hands by his adoptive father, William Crane.
Control? Yes, he just bet Stefan had issues about control. So would anyone who had been so completely under the thumb of another his entire life. Bitterness stung the back of Thomasâs tongue. The last thing he wanted to have for Stefan was
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