Gustav's POV"Drogo, come with me." I strode to the yawning doorway, rolling up my sleeves. "The assassins dropped by to see if their work is completed."Drogo trailed after me, dumbfounded at the newest revelation. "The assassins? Are they more than one?""Yes, Drogo." I stormed out of the doorway, and made for the elevator. "Are you sure about this?" Drogo jogged after me, as the gap between Drogo and I widened with each bold stride I took. The restive urge to punish them right away was so overpowering, that I saw my breath puff into clouds under my nose. "Who gave you this information?""No one." I punched the elevator button, maintaining a calm outlook. On sliding open, I ambled into the empty elevator, my mind flooded with variations of torture I could subject them too.Drogo panted into the elevator, squatting to the ground to catch what was left of his breath. "We should question them to know if they're truly responsible for poisoning your mother.""We don't need that." The ca
Iris POV"Welcome to Macy's Salon, Ms. How may we be of help?" A short round lady in her forties smiled up to me, wearing a purple T-shirt over a pair of loose black slacks with a pair of flat shoes. Three girls and a guy about my age, wore the same outfit, except the guy had a pair of nude Nike sneakers on. They grinned weirdly from ear to ear, which stood my hairs on end. A comb, crossed over a hair dryer was boldly imprinted at the top left hand corner of the T-shirt. That must be the logo, I thought.I scanned the salon, from one end to the next, nodding at the display of various cosmetics and other female excesses. A long stretch of colourful attachments hung on a blue plastic rail standing on my far right, beside a rack of artificial finger nails glued to the wall. A mirror with ambient lightening sitting on top of a ceramic counter was affixed to the wall facing the entrance, stretching to half of the elongated room length. On the empty end of the wall hung three wooden cabine
Monica's POV"Why didn't you tell us you're the daughter of Harry Dwayne?" Rhoda's eyes glistened with hurt. The undeniable feeling of betrayal glowed in her stare, weakening her on her feet.They had their hands above their heads, chained to the stone wall behind them, but mine was different. I was laid on an incline metal mesh with my wrists and ankles fastened to the mesh with the aid of metal plates. All my attempt to jerk myself free from the chains left nothing but bruises around my skin. My neck was subjected to the same treatment- sore from the hard plate.They were all angry at me. Not at failing the mission, but hiding details of who I was from them. The quest to me was more important than kissing necks and dabbing eyes. Making friends along the way was never my intention. A good bye hug would be polite enough after Iris was found, and Ludovic is healed of the poison. Sharing contacts or keeping tabs with friends was not really my thing.Keeping tabs with friends. Definitely
Monica's POVShe dragged the body of the unconscious guard with her into the dungeon, and propped his back against the wall in a sitting position. Intuitively, she locked the doors, apparently to give the unsuspecting outsider the notion that nothing was out of place in here. She returned to the guard, and fished his pocket for the keys, slipping the noisy bunch into her jean pocket. With excitement buzzing through her, she ran to Amber and threw her into a big hearty hug. "I thought I'd never see you again." She eased out of the hug and continued, "How's Ludovic? His he okay?" A wave of jealousy swept through me. Asking after Ludovic was not the problem; who was asking was the problem. The way she asked was the problem. The emotion in her voice was nothing close to agape or platonism. It was way more than that.Was she in love with my Ludovic? "If you came here to get us out, it'd be wise you get at it. We don't have all the time in the world to rub each other's cheeks or wipe each
Iris' POVI led the way out of the dungeon through the trap door, signalling to Amber and her friends to keep it as quiet as possible. We got out into the backyard, spying the orchard for the slightest figure of a living thing that may announce our presence. Fortunately for us, none was in sight, except the chirping of crickets and the croaking of frogs. "Stay here," I whispered to them, removing the shower cap. "I've got to wash the dye off my hair. It's becoming damp and tangy on my head.""Why didn't you do that at the salon before leaving?" Amber queried under a mutter. " We don't have much time for all that.""Seriously?" I forced my voice to stay in tune with the chirping and croaking sounds in the orchard. "We saw your picture on the screen and we were afraid you might lose your life for something we were sure you didn't do, and you're scolding me for wasting time?""What do you mean we? Who else knew me there in the salon you visited?"I heaved softly. "Your distant cousin sa
Iris' POVKitana growled within me, activating every sense organ in my body. I tapped into her powers like a conduit ordained for ministration, allowing her take the wheels. My sight adjusted just fine to the darkness, my hearing became keener, and my fist was pumped ready for the party.The guard behind me tried to play a fast one on me with a surprise attack, but I heard every step he took, as though he was crawling all over me. He swung his hand, aiming for my head, but I ducked, and darted him a back kick in the abdomen that might have ruptured his spleen.Jackson jumped at me, with a dagger hanging over him. In a stomp, I leaped into the air above him, flashing him my violet eyes. He was spell bound by the colour of my eyes; it was an awesome experience to those who hadn't seen me in my full power. Personally, I was skeptical about what my full power would look like when I exploited it.With a descending kick against the top of his head, I smashed him into the ground between the
Monica's POV"Which way now?" I asked, livid at Amber, and eager to escape the dungeon. One of these days I'd teach her not to mess with me. She played a fast one on me, and thought she had won the round, but I must have my pound of flesh from her. If Iris hadn't come between us, I swear, I'd have gorged her eyes out with my claws."C'mon, it's this way." Iris turned left, jogging into the darkness. Being in the dungeon for hours had dimmed my sight. A minute later, we got to a trap door. I charged forward and tried to open it, but Iris stopped me. "I hear footsteps. Hold on a bit.""Are you sure?" Amber whispered. "I can't hear anything.""Keen hearing." Iris answered. "We're supernaturals, remember?" "I'll just sit back and wait while you do your thing.""I thought as much," I sniggered. "She sneered at me, and I snarled back, imagining the softest spot in her body that would be quick to penetrate. I'd make sure she bled and begged for her life before ripping her head off. "I thin
Gustav's POVI sat on the bed beside mother, cupping one of her hands in mine. Two days after the incident, and she was still comatose. Zelta had tried everything medicinal and magical, but she wouldn't budge. She remained in coma, defying all treatments.Iris. This was when I needed her the most. My mate should have been sensible enough to lend me her shoulder to lean on in my moments of crisis. The feisty female had decided to lead a wayward life, abandoning her mate because she thought she could take down anything. Fucking piece of pride!"The death of the young human wasn't necessary, Gustav." Drogo cleared his throat. "You went overboard with that.""His death was collateral damage." I replied, tucking mother's hand beside her. I rose up with a sigh and brushed past the old male to the sofa facing the bed. I want my eyes on mother. Whenever she woke up, I wanted to be the first breathing thing she saw. "Besides, she moved me to do it. Her foolishness got the better of her.""She'