Nerezza's Point of View I think I spoke for everyone when I said that sleeping in a bathtub was the most uncomfortable I had ever slept in my life. Teenagers would do such a thing frequently. Especially when they had been drinking too much the night before. Needed to be as close to the toiler as possible. But I now understood that such a thing wasn’t meant for people over the age of twenty. Fuck, it wasn’t meant for everyone, end of discussion. Priamos had barely stirred throughout the night. I had waited patiently for him to become conscious but that never happened. Then, I sat at the edge of his bed just watching him sleep. Lysander’s mom would come in from time to time to check up on both of us. Usually with a cut of tea in hand for me. The gesture was warming. It also boggled my mind, considering she had never expected her son to be mates with a woman who had five other men as well. Nonetheless, I appreciated her efforts. It was morning now. Not that I could tell from any light
Nerezza's Point of ViewMrs. Hemgrove hated being called that. Insisted that we call her by her name. Merida.“Like the Disney princess?” Farren had asked, a sunbeam above her head. She looked much better than she had inside. Radiated again in a way I had last seen before Reginald passed. Gardening, she had told us, reminded her of her mother and her early childhood. Both were pleasant. Until it wasn’t and she changed the topic.Merida laughed. Plucked another weed from between her prized irises. Purple ones. The ones I adored the most out of all of them. “Isaac mocked me for weeks when we first saw tha movie. Said his mother was a princess.” She explained through her giggling.Somehow, she hadn’t gotten a speck of dirt on her beautiful dress. Managed to pluck and throw away and dig without anything touching her. Her gloves were another story. Had a layer of dirt on it. Fresh and clean, that’s what it smelled like. Because nature had been our home before we decided to become more urba
Nerezza's Point of View Excitement bubbled up in my throat. Threatened to spill over my lips. After I told him to pack, Lysander smiled down at me. Made my heart flutter thousands of miles per hour. His own happiness spilled over until he grabbed for me. Embraced me so hard my ribs protested in return. Sparks skipped and hopped along our touching flesh. Settled just behind my eyes, creating spots of light in my vision. "We can go and get him, Ly. We can get my baby boy back!" I exclaimed with a rapture that spread across my body. Devoured me whole until all I could think about was my son. The one I had wanted to find for almost eight years. "Not so fast, sweetheart. We still have to talk to the rest of the guys about this. Besides, we don't know if it is safe to move Priamos yet." Lysander warned. I pulled away from him. Stared up at him as if only seeing reason now. Priamos was wounded. the rest of them were tired. We couldn't rush into anything. If anything, we had to plan out o
Nerezza's Point of ViewThe decision was made to leave tomorrow morning. Priamos felt well enough to travel. The others also encouraged him to get back on his feet as quickly as possible. But most of all, they promised to help him whenever he couldn't go any further.A brotherhood had formed. Created amongst the darkest parts of our lives. But now came the worst part for me. Farren had several estates in her family's name around Makatza. All purchased with the idea that one day she might need a break from it all. None of them were staffed but I was sure if I reached out to the old staff from the palace, they would follow her there. The girl wasn't built for war. Or fighting. Neither was I but there was no way in hell I was leaving my son behind once again. Besides, I wanted her to have as close to normal life as possible. The one she had deserved since the start instead of this mess. Once we got Conan, we would come back for her. Figure out how we were going to approach Lysander's
Nerezza's Point of ViewWe all huddled in close for our last dinner in Makatza. Thanks to Merida and Farren, the assortment of food was vast and to everyone's liking. Each person had their favorite dish in front of them. How Farren had asked and remembered them all I will always wonder. From traditional Chinese cuisine to German blood wurst. The two women had outdone themselves. Even Cormac had his own dish in front of him. Something that reminded him of Ireland.Even Priamos had come out of his little bathroom to join us all in the kitchen. The work table was overcrowded and stuffy but it was the happiest I had felt in a long time. Every member of my love life spoke happily. Chatted to each other as if none of them were arrogant fools who shared a mate. Shared intimate details of their lives before I ran them into the ground."Oh, dear. I forgot to tell ya. Farren has offered to move us into an estate a little ways outside o' tha city." Merida chirped to her mate, who only raised his
Nerezza's Point of View I woke up at four. Felt fully rested but alert of my surroundings. Lysander and Zaven had eased the tension within my body. Made me collapse in exhaustion the moment I let my head hit the pillow last night. But when I woke, I knew it was time to go. Start a new chapter in my life. Conan was waiting for me on the other side of this. Patiently waited for his mother to swoop in and rescue him. Or so I had hoped. Prayed. Because I couldn't come back without him. Not when I had wanted this for so long. But it all boiled down to what the boy wanted. What he needed. Taking him away from everything he had ever known and loved wouldn't have been fair. Sitting up in bed, I tossed my hair into a messy bun. Slipped out and dressed in loose pants and shirt. Sneakers on my feet. All of my stuff was packed. Ready and waiting. I had made sure of that before we had had dinner last night. Plucking the suitcases to the door, I opened it only to find Farren on the other side. H
Nerezza's Point of ViewSnow covered every peak surrounding us. Glittered in the soft winter sun. Made the landscape look majestic in a way I had never beheld before. It was something out of a fairytale. Although, we weren't here for the scenery. We were here to get my son back. However long that took.Priamos took point the closer we got to the village. From right behind him, I could hear his teeth grinding against each other. Saw the rigid lines on his shoulders, even through the large puffer jacket he wore. I was nestled in between Priamos and the twins behind me. Bringing up the rear were the assassins. Lysander had opted to remain beside me. They were overprotective in a way I had never expected before. As we exited the airport, they refused to let me breathe. Inched closer and closer to my side until I grew irritated. That hadn't stopped the deeper we went into the countryside. Everyone was a threat. A nuisance that could be disposed of the moment they thought it useful.They
Priamos' Point of viewEverything was the same as the day I had left it. The smell. The feel of the place. Crooked door and all. It dragged me back to when I was alone here. Struggling to light a fire that first night. Nearly freezing to death in the snow the last night. When I was trying too hard to get close to the people of this village. Failed miserably to get anything out of them. At least now I wasn't alone. We had concrete evidence that told us Conan was here. That my son was trapped inside that mountain compound. For some reason, they had never sold him. Kept him with them all this time. I would never understand why but it made my insides hurt. They had stolen the years from him that we were supposed to have. But all of that would change soon enough."There is only one bed," Nerezza murmured behind me. I turned to look at her. Noticed a fleck of snow in her hair. The watery sun lit up her head from behind. A halo. If only she could feel the excitement thrumming through my che
Alvara's Point of ViewEveryone was waiting. Everything was ready. Perfect. The best day of my life. But I couldn't help the sudden surge of nerves. What if the cake fell off the table? What if Ciaran had forgotten the rings? So many things could go wrong so fast. It was an endless cycle of what would be worse.Someone showing up in white or the brides' maids tripping halfway down the aisle. "Can you stop fidgeting? Geez. You look perfect!" Teagan exclaimed. Downed the last bit of champagne in her glass. I frowned at her. Looked toward Adelia to back me up. She only shrugged. Smiled and stood.Her long blue dress swayed against the tiles. Heels clicked as she moved closer. Wrapping her arms around my shoulders, we stared into the large mirror together. "You do look perfect. And you are marrying the loves of your life. Nothing can ruin today. I promise." She tried to comfort me. It wasn't working. My large A-line dress did the best it could at hiding the fact that I was pregnant. Nea
Nerezza's Point of ViewFarren had changed the estate exponentially. Enhanced it to the point where I was uncertain if we had come to the right place. No longer were the walls a dull black fence. In their place stood a large hedge with flowers sprouting in every direction. Security posted at the white frosted gates. White gravel leading into the place. It was exactly the type of wonderland I had thought her capable of constructing. A mansion fit for a fairy queen.I could feel my jaw slipping open. Feel awe creep up on me. She had accomplished so much in just over two weeks' time. Knew where her strengths were and used them to the best of her abilities. It was astonishing. We stopped in front of the gates. Were greeted by guards I knew the faces of. Couldn't place them immediately until one spoke up. "Miss Nerezza! Farren wasn't expecting you to be back so soon!" The man exclaimed. Held open his arms for a hug. I looked back at my mates. Noticed their frowns. But the gesture finally
Nerezza's Point of ViewWe had gathered everyone in the open space in front of the house. Gave them all blankets. Scavenged some clothes in all the surrounding houses and dressed the youngest of the children. Not all of the garments fit properly but it was enough to stave off the cold. Protect their innocence. Especially seeing as they had been through so much already.Conan was still passed out in the blanket Priamos had taken him away in. Milla sat close to him. Hugged his legs to her. Whimpered whenever one of my mates would get too close or linger too long. Her clear distrust of anyone was to be expected but I had never imagined someone of her age would already possess such hatred for other people.Alastair had turned back into his wolf form. Scouted for any remaining men in the surrounding area. He made his second lap around the premises before I stopped him. Held my hand on the patch of white he had on his forehead. The dark brown wolf nuzzled my hand. Looked me in the eyes."Go
Nerezza's Point of ViewThe brute had no time to recover. Or dodge. Only time to twist before Zaven lunged at him. This gave me an opening. Enough time to slip past the brawling bodies. Snarls and yips echoed into the hall. Slithered down my spine.I pushed them all away. Focussed on finding my son again. The chaos coming from downstairs was enough to bring me to my knees. The fighting had spilled inside. Men peppered the house with bullets. But none came up. Saw me at the top and shot but never pursued. "Conan!" I called down. Felt fear ripping at my heart again. If he was down there, the odds of him making it out alive were slipping away by the second. "I am in here!" The boy called dutifully. His voice came from behind me. From the door I had seen the brute enter. Slipping inside, I closed it. Pushed the closest thing I could find in front of it. Which was a doll house. Large enough that a toddler could climb in and disappear. The roof of the house was a bit worn but brand new t
Nerezza's Point of ViewThe second floor of the house wasn't nearly as run down as the first floor. Held much more luxury. Paintings of people long since passed. Pieces of art. The floors were of high-quality stone. Made me feel almost guilty for walking all over them with my dirty feet. Children's toys were also scattered about. Littered the landing of the stairs. Along with the modern living room beyond. Off to the right, there was a kitchen. Neat. Clean. State of the art. Glass front cupboards lit up by lights on the inside. It almost rivaled my own."This way." The elderly lady whispered. Touched my arm briefly in passing. She lead us down a short hall. Past two other rooms with their doors tightly shut. A bathroom light was on at the far end, just beyond the third room. This was where the lady slowed down. Stopped in front of. The door had a name on it in colorful lettering. Conan.I felt my heart skip a beat. Until voices drifted into my ears. Amadeus hadn't followed us up. H
Nerezza's Point of ViewWe moved toward the light. Split up into our respective groups as we progressed. Our paws made less noise in the snow. Or maybe I couldn't hear them anymore above the pounding of my own heart. Either way, Amadeus and I remained behind the rest. Lagged a bit.From our current vantage point, I could make out two trucks closest to us. Neither looked to be filled with children, which was a slight relief. Until I realized where most of them were. In a hole, unable to ever return to their hopeful parents.Under Reginald's rule, several hundred children had vanished, seemingly, into thin air. I had a part to play in that monstrosity of negligence. Had always swept it under the rug so that he focussed on what I had wanted first. Now I came to regret it. Knew that those children had most likely been peers of Conan's later on. Priamos lead the way for Lysander's team. Curled his head left. The assassins and the heir padded off in that direction. Settled in somewhere out
Nerezza's Point of ViewConan might be in a dark and freezing hole somewhere. Trapped by other children's corpses. His soul unable to return to the goddess by proper burial. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to run to that village. Scream at the top of my lungs until my son answered. But it was out of the question.I would get killed before I even made it inside the first circle of houses. Bunkers. Whatever they used to store these neglected children in. Anger mixed in with my despair. Coated my heart in a sickly black slime.They had to pay. Whether Conan was alive or dead, they had to face the consequences of their actions. Humans had long since forgotten there were monsters lurking in the dark. Had forgotten that firelight never scared us away. We would have to hunt all of them down. Every last one. Devour them.Because they had taken my son from me. The last ray of hope I had left in this life. No amount of tears would fill the hole he had left inside of me. I braced mysel
Nerezza's Point of ViewPriamos, the twins, and Lysander set out at first light. Four men innocently walking around in the jungle wouldn't spark much interest in the enemies we had more to the north. They had taken hunting bows with them. Arrows. Face coverings. No one would suspect them to be anything but four men trying to find food in this frozen wasteland.Zaven had set out to look for more firewood for the day. Or so he had claimed but I had a feeling there was something else brewing on his mind. Whatever it might have been was irrelevant. Trivial. We could deal with all the emotional fallout of the group once Conan was safely back within our reach."Have you ever fought someone before?" Kalliked asked. Shook out his black hair from some snow that had fallen on him. The snow made his caramel skin look lighter than it was. Made him seem less threatening and more clumsy. But it also made the white tattoos surrounding his neck stand out.Shaking off some of the same snowfall, I nodd
Nerezza's Point of ViewWe had drifted off to sleep. Comforted by the various warm bodies, I couldn't help myself. Felt more loved at that moment than I ever had before. It was a revelation to know that after so long, you were indeed loved and cherished. By the very men you had wronged time and time again.The goddess had known exactly who to give me. Even if I had failed to see that at the beginning. At least I was grateful now. If not for the cold then for their warmth.A persistent knocking drove me out of my slumber. I looked toward the door. Noticed the knocking turned into a frantic beat. This made me wiggle my way out of the mess of bodies. Some of them were even snuggled together. Like Lysander holding Priamos. Zaven holding Alastair. Slipping out of bed, I stared down at them. Felt my heart swell.After everything we had been through, they still remained. Devoted themselves to my happiness. To finding Conan. A few more hours of rest couldn't do anything to them but improve th