Supernatural Villain (Supernatural Captivity #3) - Avery Song Page 0,43

Our shifts in emotion were normally spot on, and this situation was no different now.

We wanted to be the ones healing Cassandra. To be holding her frail body and bringing back the woman we'd left the day of her apparent funeral. None of this should have happened. We never should have been sworn into the supernatural council without the public present, but it was becoming clear that the Queen of Cyldrirth had foreseen the potential tragedy and protected us without any of us realizing it until we were woken up and told the truth.

It took Omarion about five solid minutes of concentration before he expressed his satisfaction. "She should be okay now," he declared and opened his eyes slowly. "Vladimir may come in and out if we're deciding to have our conversation here."

"Why?" I decided to ask the question seeing as I was as curious as the rest of us.

"The more energy I use, the thinner the wall of control I have against him. He's also the one who supplies more of his energy to sustain her temperature," he began but paused as it seemed like there was a moment when a switch was flicked.

The smile that formed on his lips gave controlling vibes. "Like Omarion stated," he began, his voice a few tones deeper and laced with that degrading tone. "My energy is far more powerful and would ensure Cassandra heals at a swifter pace. Also, I'm nosy as fuck about why the four of you assholes decided to die in front of the world and are now back like you haven't been dead for days."

Otis bit his lip, his agitation mimicking King Wyatt's annoyance. Tristian and Dominick seemed pretty calm, and as for myself, I was leaning towards the 'I don't like this guy' benchmark.

"As much as I'd love to continue annoying you batch of fools, I have more important things to do." With that, he was gone and Omarion was back. He sighed and shook his head. "Vladimir is high maintenance. Don't be bothered by it. He's a lonely fucker who doesn't do well with interaction."

"So like you to a lesser degree?" Tristian summarized. That rewarded him with a look of death from Omarion, which forced him to nervously laugh before he hid behind Dominick.

"Why don't we catch up?" Dominick suggested, but glanced over to King Wyatt. "Though I'm sure you have something important to say seeing as you're here when I'm sure you have other matters to attend to."

He bobbed his head just slightly and glanced at Marigold, who was quietly sitting in the corner chair of the room. She seemed to be dozing off; the side of her head rested against her left palm while her elbow was on the armrest.

Even with her eyes closed, she still looked drained, as if she'd been running on spare fuel after being completely drained out.

King Wyatt quietly walked over to her, and to our surprise, he took off the royal cape that sat upon his shoulders to drape it over Marigold. The action didn't wake her - the opposite really, as she further relaxed into the chair.

King Wyatt seemed satisfied. He then walked over to stand against the wall that was parallel to Cassandra's bed. We ended up moving to stand on the sides of the bed; Otis and I stood on the left side while Tristian and Dominick were on the right.

"I feel there's no need for re-introductions," he began. "I'm well aware of who each of you are and understand the intriguing complexity of your relationship with my daughter."

"It's not that complicated," Tristian noted confidently. "We're dating your daughter. As in all five of us, though Omarion's a side character."

"You're really asking for me to kick your ass," Omarion grumbled.

"I merely like witnessing your reaction since you fall for my playful personality every single time." Tristian smirked with pride.

King Wyatt cleared his throat, grabbing both their attention before he carried on.

"As supernaturals, I'm sure you've heard of these lands and the story of how this place was desolate and off-limits for many years. It was a place where those who dared to enter never returned from, no matter how strong they were in the realms of magic and physical strength."

We all focused on his words, and I'm sure the others remembered the warnings we'd been given over and over again when we ventured outside the city for certain training sessions that were done in Cassandra's absence.

"I'm sure with your acquaintance with my wife, you may have