AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Oye’s whole body had become numb at his words. “You went into the underground; I thought you didn’t go?”
He lashes fluttered as if he’d just realized what he’d just said. “I-I…”
She shifted, “Wait, and you said bodies, what bodies?” she demanded. She turned her face slightly away from him. “Castian, you’re not telling that you found victims and just left them there, are you?”
He licked his lips. “I made a choice.”
“The wrong one,” Oye snapped. “I can’t believe you, wait; don’t tell me you also saw Asher but said nothing—” When he averted his eyes from her, Oye limbs turned to ice.
She wanted to scream at him, but the strength she had for such a thing was gone. Believing in others had never worked for her, she could yell but would he then think what he’d done was wrong.
She looked at him, really looked at him for what felt like the first time. She thought about the man who’d wasted away in the bowels of the council building. She didn’t know the whole story but as she stared at him, with the sun setting behind him she knew he didn’t think he’d done anything wrong.
She turned her eyes away from him. “It’s to be expected that they will betray you.” She muttered repeating the words Lanias had said before she’d left the shade. “I’m sorry, it was me who forgot just exactly who you really are.”
He tensed.
She faced him this time. “I forgot something important because of this place. That this is nothing more than a game to you. I’d at least thought we could be partners or friends.” she motioned between them.
“Oye, it’s not…”
“You don’t have to explain.” She stopped him from talking. She honestly didn’t want to hear anything he had to say.
Her rejection cut through him like a knife. “I won’t make the same mistake again, trust me. You got what you came here for, warlock, so let’s make sure I get what I came for.”
Without another word, she turned to leave.
“Oye, wait.” He chased after her, but his path was blocked by the gleaming end of a rapier pointed directly at his throat. He swallowed, lifting his eyes slowly to hers, that held nothing, not even fire.
“No more games, warlock,” she said coldly.
She lowered her arm the rapier disappearing, turning around she walked out of the room and blindly continued forward not seeing anything. Arriving at a dead end she glared at the floor in front of her. The steel within her vibrating as she fought the urge to cry.
He’d used her.
She lifted her fist and slammed it into the wall, once, twice. “Dammit, Dammit, dammit.”
Oye wondered why she kept doing this to herself.
First her human father, she’d trusted him when he’d led her to the people ready to pay him for selling her. She’d held his hand tight, smiling as she looked up at him with the naïve trust of a little girl.
She’d been so starved for a father’s love; she’d been nothing but excited when he’d surprised her with a visit only to have that blind need and love betrayed. She’d been stupid, but young. Then later when she and the girls had been dug out from their hell she returned to her mother. Battered, bruised, and changed but she’d thought she’d learned something.
Monsters didn’t have horns or wings.
The true monsters were those you loved and the way they manipulated that love to hurt you was a hundred times more painful.
Learning it so young, she’d had a hard time living a normal life even as her mother moved just for her, so that she could go to a human school, but she still foolishly craved love.
“Hi, my name’s Nathan. What’s yours?”
In a sea of humans, he’d found her alone in a library. Her hands held a small book of spells. He’d been the first person to call out to her. Then, she’d thought he was the only person in the world who understood her. Again, a foolish mistake on her part.
The waves of magic hitting her felt indescribably painful, but she took it for him. He stood; beyond the forbidden circle he’d drawn with a jar of blood that now sat shattered at his feet.
“H-Hurts.”
He didn’t stop it, instead he stared not at her but at something above her. “Finally, I knew it.” When he did finally look at her, it wasn’t with eyes of love but triumph.” “I knew you were perfect; witches are perfect as sacrifices for it.”
