MARIA Perhaps there were a few things worse than having your nails forcefully pulled out, Maria thought.Hiding her revulsion, she stood with her hands hanging by her sides, ever ready to be summoned by Ariti when he needed them. It was never a matter of if, because he would always be in need of them, rather, it was a matter of when and from the looks of things, it was soon.She would rather be anywhere else in the worlds than standing in the courtroom, witnessing the death that was soon to take place. A death that she would, of course, deliver. She was positive she would pick having her nails removed over this, except that she knew the torture wouldnât end there.It never did.The teenage girl sitting on the floor of the palace with her hands shackled behind her, wasnât ready to co-operate.Despite having being dragged in here and harassed, with over twenty battle-hardened men, all watching her impatiently with eyes that promised evil, she had not shed a tear. In fact, she still man
MARIA A loud crash rang through the room.At first, no one knew how to react. Where had the noise come from? What was the source and most importantly, what the hell was happening?Distracted, Mariaâs hand dropped as she whirled around, causing the blade that had been suspending over the teenage girlâs neck to clutter to the ground with a clang.At the back of her mind, she was relieved that this disturbance had taken their main focus off the girl, even if it was just temporarily. Maria could work with that. Hopefully, she would be assigned to detect the source of the disturbance and put a stop to it.And then if the killing would still take place, Maria wouldnât be in charge of it anymore.She wasnât sure that she could stomach it.At the forefront of her mind, however, was the cause of the crash. The palace workers werenât known to cause a nuisance when Ariti was having one of his sessions. At least not anywhere near the courtroom anyway. They stayed as far away from it as they coul
MARIA Maria came to in a cell.An actual cell with a small cot on one side of it and a toiletâat least it wasnât a bucket. She stared at the thick iron bars, preventing her from her from getting the hell out of this place in disbelief.She was actually being held in a cell. Preposterous!Did that man know who she was? To toss her on the ground of this disgusting cell like some commoner? He hadnât even taken his time to place her on the dingy looking cot that looked like it would snap under the slightest weight.On second thought, she was glad he hadnât dropped her on it. If he had, a landing on the floor was what would have woken her up.She looked around the cell, rising from the ground. She wanted to dust the dirt from the ground off her body, but there was no water in sight and she couldnât risk leaving her palms dirty.âHello?â She called out into the darkness. There was no response. The only light she could see, came from the window of her cell. Other than that, it was completel
BRAN âYou have a call from Corey.âBran turned towards the sound of the voice. Edgar stood a few feet away from him, cradling a phone a phone in his hand.Branâs phone that was currently lighting up with a call from Corey.He sighed, walking over to Edgar and collecting the phone from him. He had wanted to call Corey and let him know the status of things after the first interrogation, but apparently, the son of a bitch was turning out to be even more hot-blooded than Bran.He wanted his own share of the Maria Hatzi. And he was going to get it.If only the fucker could just wait and let him have his own piece first.Bran had barely lifted the phone to his ear when Corey spoke.âHowâs the witch?ââStill alive.ââIs she still in one piece?ââYes, although not for long.âThere was a pause. Then, âYou sick fuck. What exactly do you plan to do to her?ââHell if I know. What I do know, is that thereâs going to be a lot more torture, and a lot less chit-chat.â Bran decided to answer truthful
MARIAA rat scurried over to the crumbs on the plate. Maria tensed, making sure not to move a muscle, so as not to chase the rat away. She waited until it had grabbed a piece of the food before she moved, then the rat ran away. Today was her fifth day in this cell. Her fifth day away from the palace, her fifth day away from Ariti and her fifth day away from her mother. She was in this dungeon left with nothing to do, but stare at the window, watching as the sun faded away, giving way to night and then morning again. It was a cycle that never ended and the longer she sat in the cell, the longer she believed that she was going to continue watching the sunrise and fall every single day of her life. At least until she died. She couldn't believe that she was actually going to die. She just simply couldn't believe it. She couldn't accept it. Maria Hatzi did not just go from being the most powerful sorceress in this world to being a common man's capture. And then to think that he had p
MARIA She wasnât even exaggerating when she said that she was too tired to deal with him. The meal she had eatenâif it could be called thatâwas something she wasnât even sure the servants back at the palace ate. But she guessed it was better than nothing. After all, the worms eating at her stomach walls has ceased for now. âStand up.â He commanded. She would have rolled her eyes had she found the strength. âYou realise I donât have to stand for my mouth to work, right?â He squinted as if she had sprouted a second head within the space of five seconds. âYou realise Iâm the one doing the questioning here, right?â This time, she did roll her eyes. As if she didnât know that. âSo ask your questions.â He looked like he wanted to bite her head off, but then he exhaled and he returned to looking like his usual hot, annoying self. She absolutely detested how much she found him attractive. It was simply a fact, staring back at her everytime she saw him that he was good-looking. What sh
BRANâWhereâs my sister?â Bran barked. He did not come here to watch her have an internal debate with herself. It pissed him off because he knew that her delayed replies only meant that she was thinking about lying to him, and he wasnât going to have that.âYour sister?â She had the audacity to look confused.âYes,â He snapped impatiently. âMy sister.ââIâve never met your sister in my life.ââFunny. It definitely wasnât a meet and greet when you and your father decided to come into my realm and kill every single one of my family members, save for my sister whom you guys took with you.âHe watched confusion give way to understanding on her face. So she had actually been confused, not knowing who his sister was. How many people exactly had she killed for her to have to struggle to remember who he was talking about?He watched her throat work around a swallow, her eyes trained on a spot on the ground. âT-t-this is the vampire realm?âHe didnât answer her, and that was a reply in itself.
BRAN He would go to the horses, but he was too miserable to get himself to move. And that was saying a lot.Bran was a vampire. All he ate or drank, was blood, but sometimes, when he was pushed to it or when the occasion called for it, he drank wine. It was something only the oldest of vampires could do.He grabbed the bottle of whiskey, refilling his glass as he stared at the rich brown liquid absently. Filled with the feeling of helplessness, he had resorted to drinking himself into a stupor. It was the only option that had seemed the most pleasing at the time. One of those options was going down to the cells to have another round of questioning with Maria.All of them had proved futile so far. What was the point in going?She was intent on keeping her secret. Keeping his sisterâs whereabouts from him. Everyday, when he thought that maybe he would get a bite closer to an answer, she proved him wrong by telling him that she didnât know, taking him all the way back to the start.He h