Supernatural Villain (Supernatural Captivity #3) - Avery Song Page 0,128

that was one thing I swore to never interfere in for it's a family tradition for the chosen guardian of the device to discover the second one of there comes a time when the universe is threatened by the beast," she revealed. "I magically swore not to reveal it, so I wouldn't have been able to tell you, even if I was reborn as your dragon."

Damn. Magic really does have endless roots.

I spun around to face Otis, who was patiently waiting for my explanation, but all I could do was rush into his arms and hug him tightly.

"We have a way to beat the beast!"

"I'm going to assume that's our blueprint?" he concluded and hugged me back.

"Yes," I whispered and looked up at him with hopeful eyes. "This is the key to countering the device Wilfried has, and it wasn't created by the king. Queen Quilzurashi invented it."

"Doesn't that mean..." He trailed off as I slowly nodded.

"If I get the other device, I may know how to disable it instead of destroying it, and this device here is our backup plan to counter anything that goes astray."

"Why did this place open then?"

"My blood," I revealed as I released him and looked around for a specific sheet that was pinned to the wall that had some detailed information on the devices. The symbols seemed to translate in my head with ease, and I quickly tugged it off the wall before grabbing Otis's hand with my free one and guiding us out of the room.

"When you sucked my blood, a droplet or two must have fallen onto the table. It triggered the hidden magic carvings in the wood," I revealed.

When we were both out, I moved to the fridge and opened the door, then closed it just as fast. The bookshelf made a creaking noise before it slowly moved back into place.

I spun around to see Otis's impressed look as I continued, "To activate it, you have to open the door, drop some blood onto the table, and viola. Open sesame."

"Hidden fridge that holds blood packs. Hmph. Good hint," he replied.

We shared a wide smile before the door downstairs slammed open.

"Queen Cassandra!"

We both moved to the stairs to see Marigold out of breath as her wild eyes lifted to see us.

"Marigold?"

"You've been summoned by the Royal High Council to be sworn into your position upon the Supernatural Council!"

"The Royal High Council..." I muttered, trying to figure out who that was, but Otis was scowling like a mad dog and had me in his grasp and right before Marigold in a blink.

"When was this decided upon?"

"I'm not sure. Quinnlan just got a magical letter delivered," Marigold explained and showed us the letter with a large seal on the back. "It carries the official seal."

"Why didn't Quinnlan let Cass open it?" Otis inquired.

"She was afraid it would have something lethal inside. She called for me so that she had a witness when opening it."

"So...who's this council?"

"The Faeiry Absolutes, Cass," Otis answered. "That's the official council name they go by on legal documentation across the races."

"Hold on. So, Celeste?"

Marigold handed me the paper and I quickly scanned it to see the signed signature at the bottom with the printed name.

"Prince Constantine Cyldrirth."

I lifted my gaze up to Otis and Marigold, and Otis moved to the door. "Marigold, prepare, Cassandra in the outfit Omarion suggested for the swearing-in day. It's in the room next to the throne room where the magic artifacts are! I just told Adonis and he's gathering the others. Be ready and let Quinnlan know we need her to keep watch over the kingdom and have all protection measures in place."

"Otis, where are you going?"

"I'm going to get you the official band only supernatural councils wear. It ensures you can't be manipulated from an outside source. We wore them during our swearing-in, but have a spare because the one they made for Tristian was too small."

"What about swearing you guys in? What if this is a trap? No, this is obviously a trap. Oh no. If they haven't done the live broadcast with Wyatt, Constantine hasn't been proven innocent yet. What if he's being controlled to do this by Wilfried. What-"

I was cut off by Otis who was in front of me and smashed his lips against mine. The brief kiss did its job of distracting me in my wild ramble of thoughts before he released me and whispered, "Relax. We're going to figure this out. Dress. Prepare yourself to walk outside these