Amelia was so scared at what happened in front of her that her brain shut down. Her skin became clammy and cold sweat glistened on her forehead. Her eyes became wide like a football field. Was she was trapped in a nightmare? Was her mind playing games with her? A man just got consumed in the flames and instead of burning to ashes as a normal person would, as what she had studied in her college he disappeared. It was bizarre.She got up on her feet. She was so shaky that she didn’t know how to control the shiver of her body. Tears ran out of her eyes. If this man was the demon king, then he won’t leave her alone. He would come back to take her away as he had said. She could sense the determination in his voice. She could sense the possessiveness in his voice. He was dangerous.
Vargauz looked at her and smiled. He wrapped his arms around Amelia and said, “I am so grateful to the Fae spirits that I found you.”Amelia closed her eye
Vargauz kissed on her forehead and replied, “Sure Amelia. But you look so pale. First you should eat something.”With her fingers she made imaginary lines
“Let’s go from here and hunt around. I don’t want to wait here for a moment more,” said Vargauz. “This place gives me a creepy feeling.”
Amelia shook her head. “What tithe are you talking about?” she asked, as she hid the information as to why she was actually there. And where was Vargauz. He had not returned. The night was falling fast.
Amelia listened to the rustle of sheets on the bed. The creature must have stopped strangulating Freda, as she seemed to have crawled away from it. Amelia clambered out from her hidden position. Her eyes met with the black boots of the creature. She crawled out won her elbows and as she stood up, her eyes met with the person standing in front of her. Her body froze and her mouth fell open as her mind registered shock. She stared into the creature’s blazing eyes. He was half transparent, just like Vargauz when he was making love to her. His white wings were tucked on his back and he was giant, taller than Vargauz by at least a feet. He looked ferociously beautiful with white fangs out and yellow claws out. Was that a Fae? Did he belong to the Kingdom of Uzgolith? Where was Vargauz? Had he abandoned her and sent this one after her? Thousands of questions crossed her mind. She gulped.&nbs
Shocked to her core, Amelia turned to look at Vargauz. There were goose bumps on her skin. “Vargauz— I— I don’t know how that happened! I was only protecting myself, and the villagers.” She shook her head in denial of what occurred a few seconds before. “This man— this fae—” she pointed at the ashes. “He wanted to— to—” her voice cracked and she broke into a fit of loud cries. “Where were you?”
Vargauz didn’t take her advice. Lines of determination crossed his face. “No Amelia. My lead is different. Mountains of Kirdis are in the African jungles, whereas I have come to know that the vessel is present in the depths of the Chamneau Loch near France borders. I will first go there as I don’t want to run on a wild goose chase based on what I feel could be a rumor.”
Nyka was enraged that the nymph, a woman lower than her, was tricking her. The portal was created by one of the demons who she had bargained with and it wouldn’t stay for long. She had to get to the nymph, kill her, grab the bag and then come back. Not much time was left.
“Do you think this is going to work?” asked Nyka. Now that things were moving forward, her interest was increasing. Would Xikoth actually give that much money for the antidote? She chuckled and then rubbed her hands.
“We must go and meet the Contact, Xikoth,” said Amelia over dinner. She had been craving to meet him. Though her father, Ivanov was recovering, she thought that keeping an antidote handy would be better.
Xikoth brought his wife closer to his chest and kissed her forehead. “Calm down Amelia. We will find her soon.” He pulled her to his lap and cradled her. She pressed her head into his chest and curled her knees. This place was the safest, it felt like home. She craved for it every minute of the day. Her thoughts went to Nyka once again and she regretted not killing her earlier. So much could have been prevented if that woman wasn’t in their lives. Xikoth rocked her lovingly until she fell asleep.
Xikoth’s wings were flaring in rage. He was having trouble controlling his anger. The concubine had escaped and invited his wrath. He knew that he would peel off her head the moment he saw her. “What is it that you want to say, Javri?” asked Xikoth baring his fangs.
When Nyka saw Amelia walking in the court dressed in the normal human clothes, she suspected that Amelia would be visiting the human realm. And there were high chances that she would visit her father, but there were higher chances that she would visit Lyrie. If that happened, all her plans would be spilled and Xikoth would kill her in rage. She had planned on making Amelia her slave because she thought that Xikoth was interested in her, but now she had to flee for life, because if she didn’t, then it was highly likely that she wouldn’t see the new day. The first thing that
Pride glowed in her eyes as she walked coiled around his arms like she was his owner. And Xikoth—he couldn’t feel prouder. It was a blissful feeling. Under his breath he whispered, “Amelia…”
Xikoth’s lips trembled. He had been in love with Ilaria for so long, had remembered her each day, she had been in her dreams everyday, her scent aroused him so to the point of no return, her memories had become a part of his being that it was difficult to let go of her—his Ilaria, his mate, his wife.
It had been agonizing two hours and the court proceedings weren’t stopping. Xikoth was only getting ever more impatient with his lust for his wife. It had been such a long wait that every second without her was unacceptable. His gaze went up to the balcony where Nyka was sitting with her nymphs and his disgust for her returned. He averted her gaze from there.