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.”
Ever since Amelia had run away with Vargauz, who was his arch nemesis, there was not a day that Xikoth had slept. He would pace his chambers at night and if by chance, his eyelids became heavy due to sleep, the nightmares would rig him—the nightmares of Illaria getting killed or getting sealed in a celestial prison. He was scared that Vargauz might harm her. He was using her for his personal agenda—to find the Divinity Elixir. He wanted to get her out of his clutches before anything happened to her. His heart ached for her and he continuously hated himself for his wrong jud
Frustrated as hell, Amelia risked a glance inside the thick vegetation from where the voices were emanating. Fear of the unknown gripped her and the hair at the back of her neck stood. She dashed after Vargauz, who was now sprinting at lightning speed. She somehow managed to stay with him.
The demetris strode through the forest into a cave that was carved into a pale rock. All along the walls of the cave, there were carvings. Amelia shuddered when she saw that the carvings were that of animals and men being slaughtered or butchered and demons like demetris drinking blood or eating their flesh. She couldn’t imagine a worse place than this. There was red blood splattered on them, which had dried over the years. There were piles of bones and vermin infested animal bodies in the corner. The stench was worse. She felt as if her stomach would churn and whatever she had e
“Yes,” Vargauz said softly.“Where’s it?” Amelia asked as she raised herself to face him.
Vargauz smiled. “I can understand,” he said. He stopped and took her in his arms. Kissing her forehead, he said, “I didn’t know that they would come so soon after you. I wouldn’t have left you alone. My instincts are so attuned to the elixir that most other things are fogged in my brain.” He lifted her chin and placed a light kiss on her lips. “You aren’t mad?”
The deep red liquid in the goblet was frothing. Amelia couldn’t believe that they had together found the Divinity Elixir—something that Vargauz had been waiting for a long time to acquire. He had spent years of searching for it. She was moved from the core of her heart when after so many years of searching for it, he asked her to drink it. And just because he wanted her to attain divinity, to be his wife. Even though she was bleeding heavily, her hands were covered in blood and she was pale, she couldn’t help feeling love for this fae. He was so different from Daniel.
Amelia’s mouth opened and closed, like that of a fish. Her hands carved through her hair, She held them tightly and then stared at him. She shook her head, “I don’t believe you.” A Goddess? Reincarnation of a Goddess? She never felt the vibes of being a Goddess. All she felt was misery, dejection and no one other than her father and Sasha loved her. “You are pulling a hoax in order to claim me,” she said in a low voice. “It’s not true.”
Before Vargauz could answer her, Xikoth said, “He made you drink it in order to make you the vessel of the elixir. Don’t you understand Ilaria? You are the Divinity Elixir. Your blood is what they seek. They killed you thousands of years ago and once again they are going to repeat the history.”
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.