What. The. Fuck.
Tempest's eyes nearly popped out of her head.
She couldn't be hearing what she thought she was hearing.
"Don't be ridiculous. I'm no one's king." Dron huffed and tried to move away from the group, but Tempest caught hold of his arm.
Gushex turned in his direction. "I'm not a very smart man. I'll be the first one to tell you that, but I know what I've been told and what the elders of my tribe forced me to read when I was but a young boy. Anyone who had the marks you are showing was killed because they were directly linked to the kings of the past. I don't even know how you got them or how it has gone so long without anyone else noticing."
"They've been camouflaged," Aliq said, his voice in a state of wonder.
"Honestly, you all are being crazy. These marks mean nothing." Dron tried to dismiss what everyone was saying, but Tempest was starting to piece things together little by little. The problem was she didn't have all the information.
