Tempted Fate |18+ (Ménage)✔

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The second I extend my arm, standing toward the figure, he warns, "Careful," he turns his head in the direction of Aohdan's estate, drawing my attention to it also when he states, "you very well might be a goddess, but you're also a true born hybrid in an era not your own..." his voice trails off, a spark igniting deep in his irises as we look back to one another, "...you don't know this stage of the game."

"Don't I?" I question understanding exactly who this is by his speech pattern.

"It would take no effort on my part to transport you right into that ballroom without a second for you to prepare," my blood runs cold as he notes, "I don't know what the future holds, but I'm sure you wouldn't want to kill everyone in that room in order to protect yourself...now would you?" I remain in silence, understanding what he's getting at. He might not know where ties lie in the future, but what he says is true...risking the lives that matter to me in an era right now that doesn't represent that...

...Aohdan, Rochelle...there's many that could be killed and I wouldn't bat an eye, but to risk those lives, it's not worth it.

"Do correct me if I'm wrong," he arches a brow, unfolding his arms from in front of his chest.

"Are you Tresor Vossen?" I ask, watching the way his features alter.

He chuckles and asks, "Am I famous or infamous?"

"What you did to my grandpa..." my hands draw into fists, recalling everything he'd told me growing up, knowing how this warlock is the one that ruined our—

"Whatever I did to him, was of his actions leading to faults," Tresor lifts his chin, not appreciating the way I'm accusing him of crimes that have already been committed...but not at the same time. His eyes search over me before he says, "I'm interested in why you killed the shade...among other things."

My lips pull into a tight line, not allowing for my guard to drop. I shake my head and reply, "Was she of importance to you? No, I know that answer...so, does it matter my intentions?"

A dark chuckle leaves Tresor's lips as he states, "With the way you killed her, yes...because now you're treading on a very fine line between retribution and vengeance. For a supposed goddess of your stature, Thea, it's unbecoming, so I must wonder exactly why your nature is blacker than my heart toward our sleeping god."

It's hard to keep the disdain from rising in my features...

...because through the words spoken, they hold the answer to a question many have wondered for ages once Grandpa had told the story of Tresor Vossen...

...this warlock does not align with Aeon.

Is he...good?

Or, are his intentions solely for selfish reasons?

"The shade influenced the wrong person and caused a death that's been felt for generations," I allow a fault in my barrier, wanting to understand more of Tresor now that he's shown me one of his cards.

"You believe her death will deviate the initially predicted outcome?" Tressor arches a brow and I understand what he means. He might not know of Laisha's motives entirely, but I click everything into place when he states, "It's deeply immersed in our souls, our truths and how they can be manipulated and influenced. It's not something that we induce, it's vigilance already there."

I nod my head and release a breath before saying, "It does no good removing the puppeteer, to only have the puppet remain unplayed...I won't leave anything up to chance, just like my mom."

"You're going to kill the puppet as well?" Tressor arches a brow and chuckles, "Good girl, you're smart. I don't want anyone dead who needn't be," He pauses as he asks, "Though, I can't have you interfering with my pieces—"