Supernatural Villain (Supernatural Captivity #3) - Avery Song Page 0,130
needed to fight back against Wilfred and end this once and for all."
I know.
Quil-Zu was right. I was far stronger than I had been when I first entered the realms of supernatural prison. I'd survived the trials that hit me left and right, and made allies while working on myself.
The last couple of weeks had been the most trying. I'd practically lost myself while morphing a facade for the world to believe, but I was coming back to myself. Realizing that I would heal from the past trauma that still clung to me and be the fierce force of revolution our world needed.
Whatever Wilfried was plotting now with Constantine's sudden summoning, it only meant we had no other excuses to delay revealing the ultimate truth to the world. Wyatt would confess his existence and truth of being a twin, before confirming the evidence of the sword that was his brother’s that killed King Ezekiel and Queen Quilzurashi. Constantine would be deemed innocent with the fact that he'd been officially set up by Wilfried, and Mother and the fae kingdom would be proven innocent of the threats of foul play and treason against the supernatural peace treaty. The humans would have no choice but to acknowledge that the supernaturals did nothing wrong and that Wilfried, with the help of Widow, was involved in the master plot of kidnapping supernaturals and forcing them into prisons.
The layers of truth were about to come tumbling out to the public and even Wilfried couldn't stop the backlash that would explode through the lands.
Closing my eyes, I zoned in on my energy as I began to prepare myself like this was a grand show. The heat of energy in my body began to grow at a steady pace, all while my senses of my surroundings further heightened as I felt the thrumming static of magic all around me.
This place was my battlefield - a playground under my domain, and Wilfried was the final boss that needed vanquishing.
Opening my eyes at the sound of approaching footsteps, I straightened my back while trying to ignore the urge to release my dragon wings now that my body was burning hot from the inside and was desperate to release some flames to prove my dominance.
A man who wasn't as tall as I came to stand beside me before he turned his head slightly to acknowledge my presence. I kept looking forward as if his arrival didn't mean a thing to me, which merely made him move right along to the elevator.
He was wearing an all-black fitted suit with a professional black hat and shades. Regardless of his slim build, I sensed from his aura that he wasn't your average Joe, let alone an elevator man, and he made sure I sensed it as he pulled out a black card and swiped it through the slot that triggered the elevator doors.
When they dinged open, he glanced over his shoulder to look my way, but I was already walking toward the golden box, my red heels sounding extra loud with how sensitive my hearing was.
I was observing every movement in the air, and I could already hear the drifting whispers coming from down the hall.
"Hurry up. The newscast is going on at any minute!"
"The elevators are all full, ugh."
"Let's take the stairs. We've been waiting for weeks for this announcement!"
I smirked at the news, which gave me more hope in our situation, as I entered the elevator and turned around to watch the elevator man walk in with his straight lips that didn't allow an inch of emotion to grace his rather hidden face.
The shades were expensive quality, reminding me of the aviators Tristian loved to wear when we were kids because it was the 'typical' pair of sunglasses cops wore in movies and shows.
He pressed the button for the top floor before he swiped the card a second time. I braced myself for the long ride, noticing the camera in the top corner of the golden box. My lips couldn't help but frown at the absence of the annoying red blink the majority of cameras carried.
"Cameras are down," Quil-Zu confirmed, but didn't sound the slightest bit worried.
Isn't this going to be fun?
I looked to the man's waist, noticing the obvious gun and what looked to be a short blade. As appetizing as the gun was, I would suck at trying to shoot fast enough to get this man out of my face.