Fool's Rook [Closed]

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Sairus was only aware of a singular time that Owen and Darcias had even been in the presence of the other. Not that he was privy to everything that had happened in Julianna's life when she'd relieved him of his duties and married the man before him. The two sisters had constantly gone back and forth over the centuries, as siblings were prone to do, and they had been on the outs the first time Darcias had paid a visit. Upon Owen's death the animosity between them had simply dissolved, and Darcias had attempted to be there for her older sister in any way she could. Darcias had understood the loss, and the pain that Julianna was trying to deal with.

For all the Fae's efforts to be there for Julianna, it was likely for naught if they managed to reverse the hold on Julianna's memories.

"Good," Sairus rumbled, not sounding as pleased as he could have at Owen's easy participation. Aphrodite had some information on the queen's whereabouts, but he was not surprised that he could not get another word in edgewise before Owen was standing in front of him. Though only a few inches taller than the former assassin, Sairus still silently reveled in the pleasure of looking down at him, especially as Owen seemed to present him with the conditions of their arrangement.

"I don't play games," he said, evenly, golden eyes locking onto icy grey ones. "Not when it comes to Julianna. Not like the rest of you."

It was harsh, but it was true, and Sairus was done with feeling like he was the one under fire for this series of events. Stripped of his duties, and occupied with a family of his own. He'd had no say in the decision to alter her memories, but they'd come to him begging for him to be the one to find her again, as he had so many times before.

When Sairus tired of the staring contest, he uncrossed his arms and clapped a giant palm onto Owen's shoulder. It was a typically gesture of friendly good-will save for the part where the lynx forgot to smile. "Come," he said simply, dropping his hand away from the other man and turning to leave the room. "I have something that will make you feel a little better, for a moment."

He left the room without a word, as if he just expected Owen to follow. He stopped at the front desk while Owen was still out of earshot to ask the nurse for something. She complied easily, dropping something shining and noisy into his outstretched palm. He smiled at her. His path continued until he'd led them to the basement garage, where parked next to Kama's new black Jaguar was a navy blue Corvette that was likely all too familiar.