Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2167

"Sister!" The Prince couldn't hold back anymore, but when he tried to rush forward, a barrier blocked him. "Don't believe him! Fight back! Do everything in your power—!"

The Duchess looked up and met her brother's eyes. There was a bit of a sad smile in them, one that carried the weight of a lifetime. She loved her brother, but there was something about Sylas' pull that made her believe his words.

She didn't know what it was or what was causing it, and maybe it really was just because his Charisma was too great. But what she did know was that right now, this wasn't a decision that could be made by anyone other than her.

Even in her distraction, Sylas made no attempt to sneak attack her. He simply stood there.

The Prince hadn't been there. He hadn't seen how easily Sylas defeated her even after her True Blood was awakened. He hadn't seen Sylas train her even though there was simply no need for any of that. He couldn't feel the strong pull of Sylas' influence, the fathomless weight that came with being the wife to this man.

The Duchess had only known Sylas for what could have been just a handful of days or so, however long it had taken them to walk that hallway. And yet it felt like she had known him for a lifetime, across lifetimes.

The Demons didn't decide who they loved based on years and tides of emotion. They were more open and true with their thoughts, and domination was simply the first step. Beyond that, whatever resistance The Duchess did have were far weaker than they otherwise should have been.

She had a hard time even controlling herself in Sylas' presence at this point.

But what had truly sealed it for her was that moment of slippage in Sylas' mask. She could feel the excitement radiating from him, not an excitement that came from claiming something that wasn't his own, or the greed for treasure, but instead the lust for battle and challenge.

Even her own brother had never shown such fervor for a challenge.

The Duchess respected her brother maybe more than anyone but their father himself. But she wasn't naive enough to believe that her brother didn't have limits.

Even when The Prince lusted after a challenge, it was only for challenges he knew would be difficult, but he still had a good amount of confidence that he could clear.

For Sylas… it was almost the opposite.

What had made him so excited was something even he felt might very well be impossible.

And sealing it all the more was the fact that Sylas' threshold for what very well might be impossible was so high that The Duchess was sure that anyone else she had ever met would fall to their knees in despair.

This man…

The Duchess looked away from her brother, shifting her eyes from looking over Sylas' shoulder to Sylas' gaze itself. She walked forward until she stood beneath his shadow, her small frame enveloped by his own.

She looked up, her gaze a bit misted as she reached up a trembling hand, touching Sylas' cheek with a motion that felt so very foreign, and yet so very natural nonetheless.

She stood to the tips of her toes and touched his lips with her own.

Her face went beet red. It was the first time she had ever done such a thing and it felt like her heart would run out of her chest.

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