Chapter 417: They Want Something
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Sekhmet closed the door behind him.
For a moment, he simply stood there.
There was no map. No reports about Mihos. No Iron House. No old vampire myth whispering from the edge of memory.
Only the room. Only the night. Only the weight of everything he had chosen and everything still waiting to be chosen.
His eyes moved to the bed, then to the chair near the window, then to the small side table where a cup of water had been placed sometime earlier by a maid who knew better than to knock twice if ignored.
He did not drink it.
Instead, he walked to the window and looked out.
The estate walls were darker now. Beyond them, the city lay hidden under night. Somewhere in that darkness, enemies were thinking. Allies were moving. The cowards were pretending to be patient. Ambitious men were mistaking delay for control.
Sekhmet let out a slow breath through his nose.
Tomorrow will come.
So would Mihos.
So would blood.
Then the door opened behind him without a knock.
He did not turn at once.
He knew them by the sound of their steps.
Vera first.
Vela half a breath behind.
The door closed again, softly.
For several seconds, neither twin spoke.
Sekhmet could feel their presence settle in the room. Not the way servants entered. Not the way guards entered. Not the way Lily entered, bright and stubborn and alive with questions.
The twins entered like blood returning to its source.
He turned at last.
Vera and Vela stood near the door, dressed not for duty now, but not carelessly either. Dark robes, loose at the sleeves, simple at first glance, elegant in the way things became elegant when worn by women who understood their own bodies and did not need jewelry to prove it. Their hair was unbound. That alone changed them more than any dress could have.
Vera’s expression was controlled.
Vela’s was less so.
That interested him.
"You left your post," Sekhmet said.
Vera answered, "The post is covered."
"By whom."
"Auri knows where we are. Raka’s men are in the outer line. No one enters the inner house without warning."
Useful answer.
Prepared answer.
They had planned this.
Sekhmet’s gaze moved from Vera to Vela. "And why are you here?"
Vela looked at him directly.
No evasion.
No cleverness.
No teasing.
"Because tonight we do not want to be only guards."
The room changed.
Not loudly.
But fully.
Vera’s fingers tightened once at her side before she made herself still. "We know tomorrow may become difficult. Mihos may move. Iron House may answer. The house may sharpen again before dawn."
Sekhmet watched them.
Vera continued, quieter now. "We have stood beside you as weapons. As shields. As blood. Tonight we want to stand before you as women."
Vela’s voice came softer than usual. "Your women."
The words did not surprise him.
The timing did.
Or perhaps not.
Danger often did this. It stripped away delay. It made creatures honest because tomorrow had begun showing teeth at the window.
Sekhmet’s expression remained steady, but something inside him shifted.
The twins felt it. Of course they did. The bond between them was not a chain at that moment. It was a pulse. A quiet answer moving through shared blood.
"Did Lily know?" he said.
Vera nodded. "She does."
Vela stepped forward first. "We are not here to take from her."
Vera followed. "Or to compete with her."
That mattered.
Sekhmet said nothing.
Vera’s eyes lowered for a moment, then rose again with more feeling than she usually allowed the world to see. "When she stood with us tonight, she did not push us away. She was angry. She was jealous. But she did not deny what we are to you."
Vela’s mouth moved faintly. "She even laughed with us."
A small thing.
A large thing.
Sekhmet understood both.
Vera took another step closer. "We want one night where we are not waiting outside your decisions."
Vela added, "One night where you look at us and do not see only duty."
Sekhmet looked at them for a long moment.
They were his.
Not furniture.
Not trophies.
Not tools.
His blood had changed them. His power had claimed them. His command shaped their lives now in ways no ordinary bond could pretend to match. That meant desire was never simple here. It carried responsibility as surely as hunger carried teeth.
So he asked, "Is this your will?"
Both answered at once.
"Yes."
No hesitation.
No fog in the bond.
No pressure from him pushing the answer into their mouths.
Just yes.
Sekhmet moved away from the window.
The distance between them narrowed.
Vela’s breath changed first. Vera’s chin lifted as if refusing to look away even from something she wanted too much. Both of them held still when he stopped before them.
"You are not only guards," he said.
The words struck them harder than praise.
"You are not only weapons."
Vera’s eyes brightened slightly.
Vela swallowed once.
Sekhmet lifted one hand and touched Vera’s cheek first. Not possessive enough to command. Not soft enough to lie. His thumb brushed once beneath her eye.
Then he turned and touched Vela the same way.
"You belong to me," he said quietly. "But that does not make you less."
Vera’s composure cracked by the smallest amount.
Vela closed her eyes for one breath, then opened them again, steadier and more vulnerable at once.
Sekhmet’s voice lowered. "Tonight, you stay."
The bond answered before either twin spoke.
It was warm, relief and want.
Vera leaned into his hand.
Vela stepped closer until the space between them was almost gone.
Outside, Dawn House remained awake. Mihos waited in the dark. Iron House bled and planned and feared. The city held its breath under the weight of coming trouble.
Inside the chamber, the night became smaller.
Sekhmet drew the twins closer, one hand finding Vera, the other Vela, and for once neither of them stood like blades waiting to be used. They stood like women who had been seen.
The lamps burned low. The door remained closed. And whatever waited tomorrow could wait until morning.