“Hi,” Tasha says, “What do you want to say?”She wants to get to the point, hear what he has to say, and get away from him as soon as possible. Not because she doesn’t like being here in his company but because of how much she likes it. After everything, she hates that a part of her is happy to see him standing in front of her.She looks into his black eyes and then looks away as she greets him. He says, “So, you can’t even look at me now?”Tasha looks back into his eyes and says, “I can,” then she averts her eyes again and says, “but I am sure that’s not why you are here...”Evarius steps a little closer saying, “Not entirely,” and Tasha’s heart almost skips a beat.“What is it, Evarius?” She asks in the most composed voice she can muster.“I am not working with Carl,” he says firmly.“So, he is working for you?”“No, we are neither working with nor for each other.”“Then, why were you meeting him, and why did you let him off on the island when you could have easily killed him and sa
Tasha stands with her back against the door. There are so many emotions inside her that she does not know how to feel. She looks at Lilia and Esther and is about to say something, but Esther stops her by raising her hand. She waits for about five more seconds and then says, “Yeah, he has left. I heard a car start and leave.”“How did I do?” Tasha asks anxiously. “Did I ask and say the right things?”“You were great,” says Lilia.“Yes,” Esther agrees. “Come, let’s sit in the living room and wait for the others to arrive. I have texted them.”*Esther leads Tasha and Lilia into the living room.“I’ll get us some drinks,” she says as the other two sit down.She walks to the kitchen, thinking about all she had heard and witnessed between Tasha and Evarius. She is amazed and impressed by how straightforward and honest Tasha is with Evarius. Not only this but she is also intrigued by how gentle, respectful and sweet Evarius is with Tasha. Somehow, she had expected him to be a bit more cocky
Evarius is sitting with a half-empty bottle of whisky in front of him. He has downed the other half in the past two hours since he came back from seeing Tasha. No matter what he says to himself, he can’t get past that feeling he had when he saw her today after two days and then when she stepped forward to kiss him on the cheek. It feels like her lips have burned a hole into his cheek, and he has touched the spot she kissed countless times since then.He is angry at himself for having let it reach this point. He knows that if it had been anyone else, he would have threatened and forced them to do his bidding. After all, how hard is it to make someone do what you want? Just threaten someone they love. Their friends or their family and they will run around. First, he had decided to spare the binder’s life, but half of it was because of the fiasco last time. However, he had felt that that would be the only obstacle this time. He had counted on Tasha never finding out what his death might
“Do you think it’s Evarius again,” Lilia asks Tasha in a whisper?“No idea. Could be. Although he hasn’t texted me since then.”“Or maybe it’s Sabina,” says Brent, “who knows?”“Let’s stop guessing and check,” Damion says.All of them file out of the kitchen.“I’ll check,” Brent says and walks to the door. He places his eyes at the peephole, withdraws it a second later, and says in a voice full of surprise and disbelief, “It’s the Junta.”“What? Why?” Lilia asks.“Maybe Evarius is doing something he shouldn’t be, and the Junta got alerted,” says Tasha, feeling her heart sink.“But I feel fine,” says Lilia.“For now,” says Damion, “Open the door, Brent, and let’s see what they have to say.”Brent opens the door, and Chiara enters. She takes one look around the room, and her eyes come to rest on Lilia whom she asks, “How are you feeling?”“I feel fine. Normal, as usual,” she replies anxiously, “Why? What’s wrong?”“Nothing yet,” says Chiara. “But it might be. What have you guys been up
Evarius had been waiting for Carl’s text for over an hour when he stopped drinking. Being a vampire, his system got over the alcoholic influence pretty quickly, and by now, he wasn’t back to normal, but he felt much more sober than he did when he had sent the text.But Carl hadn’t texted back. Evarius hadn’t expected him to. This is what is wrong with people who think that they can get away with anything. They try to fight it out till the very end. He knows this very well because he was one of these people, or maybe he still is. Carl would employ the use of his subordinates and friends to escape. Evarius had been counting on Carl to commit this sort of stupidity because some action and chase is what he is looking for right now.He leaves the house and heads to his car. It’s time to drive to Carl’s place. Carl may think that he doesn’t know much about him, but Evarius has always been very careful about knowing his enemies. This has always been important to him. Know your enemy as well
When Damion goes back into the house, he sees that no one is in the hallway anymore. He turns left and enters the hall to find everyone assembled around Tasha who is lying on the sofa, still unconscious.“Why isn’t she waking up,” Damion asks anxiously.“I think whatever the Junta did, impacted her more than us because she is human,” says Nadia, whose face is streaked with tears. “It happened because of me,” she says miserably.“What are you talking about?” Damion asks her because he has no idea how Nadia could blame herself for all this.“I spoke back to her, and that’s when she did all this, and now Lilia is gone because I couldn’t keep quiet...”Fresh tears well up in her eyes.“Absolutely not,” says Damion, “don’t beat yourself up over it. She would have taken Lilia anyway. All you did was stand up for Tasha and the truth.”“Exactly,” says Esther as she reaches over to squeeze her hand. Adeline sits beside Nadia and hugs her.Damion sits opposite Tasha, looking at her face. He co
I feel dazed. The amount of information running through my head is crazy. Rhen’s voice and clear terms echo within this lavish mansion's walls, yet I feel like I might not have a better choice. I have always known what to do and how to take my life ahead. This time, I’m helpless. And miserable. Rhen vexes me. He would undoubtedly be popular among women, and I would have never handed him the control he demands. But the damage is already done. I hold my head in frustration. I don’t like this.A woman, mostly in her mid-sixties, brings me a tray of freshwater and aspirin. I gulp it down, and just like some poison, I decide to gulp my pride and make the decision.‘Puppet, huh?’He didn’t reply. Nor was he guilty.‘Bring the terms. But on one condition. You get my father out.’ ‘He’s better in Jail, though. We can try that.’‘No, Rhen, promise me.’An expression of apparent mockery leaves his face as he scoots closer to me. Rhen holds my gaze with his psychotic face again. Oh, the way I wi
Damion and Tyrus have reached Damion’s grandmother’s place. They have told her everything that has happened since last night. She is now performing her spells to pinpoint the location of the Junta. Last time, she had done something to send them a message and call them here. But this time, she has to be as discreet as possible.After a while of muttering and chanting, she says, “Yes, I have them. They are at Arrowall.”“I’ve never heard of this place,” says Damion.“Neither have I,” Tyrus says.“It’s a small village about five hundred kilometers to the east from here.,” Anastasia explains.Damion notices that she looks more worried than she had before, and he is about to ask her why when she says, “How can you be sure that Lilia is at Arrowall?”Damion is confused by this and says, “We know because the Junta has taken her, and she would be wherever they are.”“No, you don’t understand,” Anastasia says, “the spell I just performed traces the location of the junta tribe i.e wherever the