Supernatural Villain (Supernatural Captivity #3) - Avery Song Page 0,129

castle walls looking like a badass villain, and prepare to be sworn in. We're going to be by your side, Cassandra. Trust us," he vowed and gave me a light kiss. "Trust me."

The last bit of whisper made me calm down as I gave him a slight nod.

"Okay," I replied. "I trust you."

He smiled and pressed a kiss to my forehead before he lifted my hands and held them together with his.

"Protect this with your life, my queen," he encouraged. "Now, let's attempt to stop a supernatural war."

The blueprints of blood and lust may be our only hope of controlling the reins of universal salvation.

15

All Bets Are Off At The Reins Of War

"Just wait here for a moment and the elevator attendant will be here with the elevator key," the preppy blonde announced. "Your assigned comrades are on their way, correct?"

"Yes," I casually replied, my eyes barely looking away from my newly done nails that were sharp and glittered from the red sparkly nail polish. "With the last-minute summoning, they're doing their best to arrive here so we can get this over with."

The woman looked nervously at me as she bowed.

"Again, I'm terribly sorry for the last minute summoning. I was ordered by Mr. Cyldrirth himself."

When I lifted my stone gaze to look at her with annoyed eyes, she quivered and added, "I mean Constantine. Not your father. Well...with the rumors and speculation, he probably isn't your father? I mean...I'll just be on my way, but please forgive Constantine. He's been very stressed with his council members, especially since Miss Celeste has an assignment up in the sky and such."

She quickly covered her mouth before she looked around and nervously giggled.

"I'm just going to run away."

She rushed down the hall after that, leaving me alone in the private sector of one of the richest and tallest buildings I'd been in.

I was confused as to why I was escorted here when Constantine was supposedly still locked away in Level Six. Adding the hint of news that Celeste wasn't around, things may not go as smoothly as I was praying for.

The news of my summoning had thrown everything into gear, and all I could do was doll up in the fanciest attire that was apparently created for me without my knowledge.

I glanced down at my attire: a stunning red dress. It was a strapless, corset top that hugged my breasts and waist tightly without making it impossible to move - or breathe - while the bottom half was a high-low dress of red and purple fabric.

The material had gold sparkles that glimmered in the soft light and matched the shimmering liquid I put on my body that would raise my vibrations. It was one of the tiny gifts Mother had left behind before returning to her kingdom.

I was sure that by the time Mother got the update, whatever was happening here and now would be long done.

I had no time to talk to anyone else aside from Marigold when I finished dressing and was teleported to a garage outside the kingdom where we were escorted into an extremely fancy Genesis.

The driver merely acknowledged my queen status and Marigold before driving us to this very destination, where flashing lights and paparazzi awaited my prompt arrival.

The fact that the news outlets already knew about my summoning to the supernatural council was my main worry.

Wilfried somehow got control of Constantine and got him to set this all up.

I bit my lip at the idea, feeling anxious as hell that I was about to meet my older brother but on the worst set of terms.

I'd quietly ordered Marigold to help the others, knowing well she may be forced to wait for me anyway if we visibly went together. I was confident in her skills to do what I needed to be done to aid us in this situation, but how long did we have until the rollercoaster went downhill on our last-minute plans?

After inspecting my nails one more time, I was about to run my hands through the large curls of my hair but paused at the crown upon my head.

I guess that’s a no to nervous finger combing.

"As tense as the air feels, I feel as though all hope isn't lost," Quil-Zu chipped in.

I'll agree with you just because of the fact that I can't tell the difference between my nerves and a ball of yarn.

"Be at ease, Cassandra," Quil-Zu assured me. "The Universe has never steered you astray thus far. You have every tool