All Chapters of To Put A Leash On The Master: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

/ X /I got it; the signal. It smelt good too. Excitement. Blood rage—though not so strong—like that of a Preyer longing to be fed.He’s pouncing on them right now. God, I hope there are many; like back at the mansion. It’s tastier when he’s going from person to person, hurling them to walls and stuff. And their collective screams of horror tingling in the ears in a pleasurable way.I’m rather met with disappointment, however. It’s just dear old Magen looking at the Madman like she’s never seen a ghost in all her seventy-something years of life.She’s slowly backing away from him, her wrinkled and frail hands clutching the edges of her apron. Hunter cracks his neck before his eye begins to gleam with the predatory instinct of a being who has toyed with death way too much. Actually, death isn’t the only thing he’s toyed with. He’s done the same for people’s lives. Hell too, twirling its fires around his fingers like they were his hair strands. And at moments like this, he always had

Who would believe me if I told them what I saw? That a man single-handedly slaughtered so many at a time; including trained bodyguards, that he dug out their hearts, then incinerated the mansion to hide the evidence. It makes no sense, just as it makes no sense to report a thing that’ll only complicate me.I shouldn’t have come here. If I’d thought to run instead, I would have made it far from Hunter’s reach. The man in question remains in my line of sight, only now he flexes a triumphant smirk at me. What in God’s name is he? The devil? A grim reaper?I suddenly push up from the chair and make for the door.“Miss Heidi, we’re not done,” the officer calls after me. But I simply throw a dismissive wave and disappear into the corridor.As my hurried paces bounce off the walls, I glance over my shoulder to wash off the lingering feeling of being followed.The pressure overwhelms me sooner and unease seizes my chest. I break into a run.I don’t look back. And I don’t stop until I reach

Zavere is remarkably tender with his actions, occasionally glancing at Heidi’s countenance to check if she shows any signs of discomfort.“It’s how I have this mark across my eye,” he says while adding ointment to the injuries. “Actually, it’s more than just being twins. We are bonded for life.”Heidi huffs in disbelief. Is the man telling some child tale to distract her from the wounds’ pain? If only he knew she doesn’t feel a thing.He notices her skeptical reaction. “I swear. I’m not making this up. If Hunter dies, I die too.”“Okay, now you’re making it up.”Zavere chuckles, and Heidi does too.“I said I’m not.” He starts rolling a gauze around her hands. “Do you think we twinned our right eyes, too?”Heidi’s chuckle dies out in an instant. “I think you both share that dangerously calm aura,” she says almost snappily, causing Zavere to glance up at her. He can sense the animosity leaking from her tone but can’t tell if it’s for Hunter or them both.As he finishes wrapping the hands

/ HUNTER /“The review rating for White Group is plummeting. The company is on the verge of collapsing. Something has to be done before that happens.”Silence. I’m twirling a pen between my fingers.“Mr. White?”More silence. The brief session with Heidi hours ago still plays on my mind—when I finally got to hold her after months of longing. It’s a pity it was not in the right circumstances though.I had drawn close to her; inch by inch, anticipating the moment when our lips would magnet. The urge to take her then and there kicked in. But the girl was fragile; too weak to handle my lust. I would exhaust her if I were to start, so I put her to sleep before flying her back to Alloy City.“Mr. White.”My eyes flicker to the Lawyer sitting across from me. The latter, looking dapper, narrows his eyes at me.“What were you saying?” I mutter.“I just explained how you might go bankrupt at this very minute.”My brows crease, then perk up as I register the Lawyer’s words. Sarcasm—that is his me

Each person holds out something in our direction: some an image of their deceased, others a banner with the words ‘Justice for (...)’ written on it. Different names, different faces, different pain. My vision gets blurry. Voices whisper inaudibly in my head as it aches. A thousand needles prick my skin, hellbent on deactivating autonomic nerves while triggering another—emotions, flocking in like a swarm of disturbed fish. And if Zavere hadn’t interfered, I would have been lost in the maze that’s my own mind.“Hey, come on. Look at me,” he whispers, the hand on my thigh caressing. But then he makes a bigger gesture; facing me, leaning in and grabbing my chin to turn my face toward his. “Trust me, Heidi, you’ll be fine.”I shake my head continuously. “I… I don’t think so…” What Zavere said is an underrated lie. This anxiety’s always going to be there, haunting me, reducing the woman I thought I was with every attack. So, no, Zavere. I will not be fine.“Shh. You’ve just got to breathe.