Agnes' POV“Everything is your fault, everything is your damn fault!” Audrey screamed in fury as she dragged my hair.She had taken to lashing out at me whenever she was angry about something and she was more careless and even more aggressive as though she were trying to end my life.I was not sure what she was pissed about today but she was very mad; that much was clear.“Theophilus? That should have been a walkover. It should have been an easy job! Why isn't anything going my way,” she screamed as though she was in agony and then slapped me hard across the cheek with all her might so much so that it provoked a moan of pain from me.“You silly, stupid human! Your head should have gone flying across the room. I am not even strong anymore, is that what you are trying to tell me?” she slapped me even harder this time and drew blood.“Theophilus escaped us? Now, guess what? He is planning a stupid wedding. They are all so funny! laughing and celebrating when they are all about to go down
Gertrude's POV“Gertrude hon, you did not meet that strange man again, did you?” my mother asked me as soon as I stepped into the house.“No, why do you ask?” I asked rather innocently.“Nothing, were you able to buy the seasoning?” she asked.“Of course,” I gave her the items I had bought and watched her walk into the kitchen.I had lied. I had seen the strange man on my way back just as he had been leaving our compound. He had given me a sneaky smile and made even more sneaky comments about me before walking off.It was easy to guess that he had been here and he had wanted something from my mother.I also knew what would happen tonight.When the clock struck twelve that night I saw my mother walk into Gerard's room. I followed her softly so she would not hear me. She left the door ajar and I could see her kneel by my brother's bedside and then tap him softly.Gerard woke up and before he could protest she had arrested his eyes with hers. Her eyes were no longer there, instead, her s
Larog's POV “The lady you asked for, Minerva. Her legal name is not Minerva but Constance. Not much about her either. Married twice; the first husband died of a stroke, and the second is in a faraway land doing some trade. Her oldest daughter is abroad getting an education. Boring stuff, all you need to know is inside there,” Picasso threw a file on my lap. “So I paid so much for such boring information?” I asked. I was not just annoyed; I was very annoyed. I know there was much more to Minerva than boring; what meets the eye. I had expected Picasso to dig further than what he had given me. “There is no refund for boring information in case you're curious. It's not my fault that you do not find the information satisfactory,” Picasso shrugged. I had a mind to push my fist into his face but held myself in place. “I see. Thanks.” I left Picasso's den feeling unsatisfied. I knew I had not dreamt the force Minerva had used to resist me with the door. She was not a human; that much I w
Minerva’s POV I woke up to Gerard tapping me rather vigorously. I opened my eyes and a glance at the window told me it was still far from morning so what did Gerard want from me at this time? He was no longer a baby who was scared of the dark or ran to his mum when he had a nightmare. However, before I could ask him what he wanted, I heard it. I stood up at once and fetched Gertrude too then I took them both to the store and said to them both, “You are to remain here, okay? No matter what happens. Someone will come to get you later; he will be holding a green lantern. Do whatever he tells you to do,” and with that, I shut the store behind them. I walked to the trance of my compound where a small crowd had formed outside booing against me. Some were even going as far as to throw stones and sticks. Bravely, I unlocked the gate and at once the authorities grabbed me. I made no move to protest them carrying me away. Somehow, I had anticipated it so I was not surprised. As the authori
Theophilus' POV“I hereby announce that Theophilus, the new Lord Salmon shall be in charge of the construction of the bridge that will link the capital to the mainlands of Linthorpe,” Cyrus' voice was firm as he made this announcement. It dared the ministers to question his reason but I knew they still would. If I were in their shoes I would question the appointment myself. “Your Majesty? If I may?” one of the ministers came forward to speak. It was Lord Robert. Of course, if anyone had the guts to say what was on their mind it would be Lord Robert. “Is there an issue, Lord Robert?” questioned Cyrus. “Your Majesty, I do not question the expertise you have employed to do the job. The Salmon's have a reputation when it comes to architecture and building however, there is a moral issue. Lord Salmon is still a fugitive on the run on grounds of embezzlement. Entrusting another Salmon with a project worth a lot of money is not the best course of action as of now,” said Lord Robert. A lo
Tom’s POVAudrey had been in a foul mood since King Ares' had come to pay her a visit. I had thought that I had seen her in her worst mood but I was wrong; she was even more irritable now than ever. She was barking orders at everyone and at the slightest provocation she would throw something in any direction that pleased her. I had been a victim of one of her spontaneous throws and the worst part was that she had mandated me to follow her everywhere. She began to descend to the cells beneath and I followed her even though this place gave me chills. The only thing that was bearable about this place was the presence of the Luna. She stopped in front of a cell and told me to open the small gate to the cell. I knew who was on the other end; it was the other shapeshifter Theo had left behind. “Salmon; I have missed your face,” said Audrey with a sadistic smile. “I think it is time you return home, what do you say to that, huh? You must miss your son very much and a little birdie told m
Larog's POV I am at the inn thinking about my next move. Given the audit, I was not certain it was safe to return to Ghysem just yet. I had to be sure that upon my arrival I would not be arrested and locked up. Although I had stolen money from the council in such a way that it would almost be impossible to detect and in fact, the kidding funds could be summed up to be a matter of financial error one could never be too certain. As I contemplated what to do the curtain by my bedside fluttered and when I opened it, I saw a note had been placed there. I opened the note and at once I could tell it was from my mole in the council. He was letting me know that the audit had yielded nothing and things had returned to normal in the council. This was good news indeed. Just to be certain that the note had not been written under duress I checked for the code I had given to my men to let me know when they were being forced to write something but it was not there. I was satisfied. This meant I cou
Larog's POV “Susan?” I quipped, startled. This was Gertrude through and through and she had that look in her eyes that told me she was aware; she was taunting me. Minerva was taunting me. Making me appear constantly stupid. “What do you mean by Susan? Gertrude? Are you not Gertrude?” I asked, stupefied. “Who is Gertrude? Susan? Have you been going around telling people your name is Gertrude? My daughter can be a bit mischievous that way,” Picasso chuckled. “Your daughter? Like your biological daughter?” I looked wide-eyed at Picasso. “Of course; she looks a lot like her mother but she does have my nose,” Picasso returned with a smile and when I did look from Gertrude's face to his I could see a tinge of resemblance. “We have met, no?” I asked the girl. “I do not know you, mister,” she replied but her eyes told me that she did remember me but she was going to pretend otherwise anyway. “You should leave now. Susan, do see this man out,” said Picasso. Once we were outside Picass