“Something doesn’t feel right,” Kris voiced. “I sent out a party to search for our father’s remains so we can have a safe place for the Council and Immortals again.” Instead of the supportive response he expected, Kiki was quiet. Kris faced him. “You think this was a bad idea?”
“I think the era of us having a safe haven is over. I think … “ Kiki paused. “Kris, I think the era of the Council as a whole is over. I think we are all meant to go our separate ways.”
Kris heard what Kiki didn’t say, that only Andre had been able to keep the Council together after their father’s death. The six headstrong brothers of the Council That Was Seven had respected Andre, who was an adult when the rest of the brothers were born. Even before their father’s death, Andre had taken on the duty to raise and mentor them all.
“Our father – and Andre – would’ve wanted us to stay together,” Kris said in a hushed tone, wounded by his brother’s inference.
“We’d be safer if we could manage the wars within our boundaries. To quote Tamer, there’s too much bureaucracy.”
“No, Kiki, we wouldn’t. We’d be easier to pick off by the demons! This isn’t up for debate right now. Just because Rhyn isn’t here to beat you all into submission doesn’t mean the Council can break up.”
“We know you won’t do it,” Kiki said. “Listen, Kris, I’m not trying to be an ass, but logistically and in practicality, there’s no reason for us to maintain the Council.”
“We’re not talking about this now, Kiki.”
“Alright, but know that Tamer’s planning on bringing it up next meeting.”
“Let’s focus on Rhyn,” Kris said with barely controlled anger.
“We have two options that I can see. Do nothing, and wait to see what happens, or go after him,” Kiki replied.
“Go after him,” Kris repeated. “And leave Darkyn here to do whatever else he’s doing?”
“When Rhyn left, he said something that’s been bothering me. He said Death promised him to bring Katie back.”
“Death talked to Rhyn?”