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“Over here, Madame,” Tiller said from where he stood near the male who’d passed out at some point. The fox’s ears twitched. “Oh, goody, he’s still breathing.”
Lanias quickly left her side, pausing only at the site of the many female bodies. Her eyes turned black. A dark web covered the women’s bodies before her eyes returned to normal. Oye spotting the change, could feel the pain her cousin felt.
These women had had dreams and lives. Families who loved them. And this was how they ended. She looked at the blood that covered her hands, before looking away and letting her hands fall to her side. She watched Castian greet Alek and Malcolm. His appearance, not the warm brown eyes or brown hair; no, he greeted them with his true face.
She suddenly knew that they couldn’t return to what they’d been. He had a life he had to claim; he could finally prove his innocence. She looked around the room, and frowned as she mildly wondered what had rested against the walls?
A hand grabbed her wrist, and once again her cousin had hold of her. “Come, it’s time for a hot bath and wine.” Lanias dragged her behind her.
She went to follow her but paused and looked back at Castian who was currently being distracted by a serious faced Raijin. She parted her lips to call out to him but stopped herself.
“Something wrong?”
Oye pulled her gaze away and met Lania’s worried expression. Shaking her head she smiled, “No, just eager for that wine.”
Lanias smirked, “I even ordered you some Girl Gone wine.”
Together they walked toward the Portal.
The mission was over. The little bit of paradise she’d experience was over too. She was more comfortable with things ending here. Rather than having her hopes and fears realized.
The chamber disappeared from sight, and she buried her tears deep inside.
She was used to ending things, only this time she had chosen it. And at least it would leave them both with pleasant memories. He would become lord Lancelot Napier. And she would continue her search for Eliza.
THE END?
Two Weeks Later
CASTIAN
He was pissed.
No, enraged.
Ever since Oye disappeared along with her damn cousin. She’d been avoiding him,
Admittedly the first week he’d been preoccupied with cleaning up his image and regaining his title and everything else he’d lost.
While his brother had been clapped in irons and dragged to the very place, he’d been eager to send Castian.
Castian had had the great pleasure of chaining him up the same way he’d been and watching the terror grow in his brothers’ eyes as he was dragged away. He’d even paid a few guards extra, to ensure his brother enjoyed his stay below. Not that he thought of the male as his brother. He called him that more out of habit than anything else.
Ruthlessness was the way of the world, and he’d never allow himself to show mercy to those who’d damned him.
His face had been splashed all over the newspapers, “The prodigal Warlock returns’, ‘once dead, twice redeemed.”
The hardest moment had been meeting Grace again. She’d stood outside the courtroom as Tillon was sentenced and his own identity reinstated by a bitter looking Legolas. Once he’d stepped out from the trial room she’d been there. Her golden hair pulled back in a wispy braid, wringing her hands in an obvious show of nerves.
“Lance.” She’d called his name with slight doubt.
Castian himself had felt unsure on how to react to her being there. He could only offer her an awkward smile. “It’s been a while, little sister.”
She quickly closed the space between them, stopping just short of grabbing him. She looked at him, not speaking a word, her eyes running over his face. She attempted to speak, but once again she said nothing. He let her take her time. Between them were their recently imprisoned brother, dead parents and his own imprisonment. Years had gone by where she’d not only believed he was a criminal, but that he was dead.
“Y-you’re alive.”
Her voice came out strained, as she met his gaze, her own eyes reddening. She took in a deep breath, closing her eyes. “I tried to forget you.” She whispered, still not looking at him. “I asked myself over and over, why would you do something so horrible. At first I didn’t believe anything anyone said about you but then as time went on and I grew older. I couldn’t help believing—” “It’s okay,”
