Supernatural Villain (Supernatural Captivity #3) - Avery Song Page 0,5

show them how powerful I could be without their presence. It wouldn't be long before I found a way to them.

Found a way to make myself whole again.

All of this was temporary. This hole within my chest that seemed to suck in the hopeful dreams I once carried. Those long nights in the cell of supernatural prison where I imagined all I'd do once I was free.

It was ironic to remember those lonely nights. Wishes of freedom and the list of things I'd do once my innocence was proven, and I'd be allowed to roam this vast supernatural world as the new me.

Everyone would understand that I belonged around my supernatural bros. That I was always one of them but had my potential blocked from my grasp. They would have no choice but to acknowledge the love we shared. All that was left now was bringing the pieces of our puzzle back together.

Mourning. Revelation. Justice.

I wondered if the others had heard the news? Alisha, Ivy, and Celeste. Did they even care? It was not as if this impacted them in the slightest. Maybe it would later on, but I was sure they were living their lives.

Whether free or imprisoned elsewhere, who knows? It doesn't matter, right?

I had two allies thus far: Omarion and Marigold.

A soft hand fell upon my shoulder, the delicate touch only bringing peace to my body that surely wished to flinch at the sudden touch.

Turning my head, there was Marigold in her disguise. Her hair was now platinum blonde, long and bountiful as it cradled her pale flesh and made her blue eyes strikingly beautiful.

Her appearance caught a few individuals’ attention, which was what we wished for seeing as we stood in the row where most elites, celebrities, and upper-class supernaturals stood. Compared to Marigold's simplistic white attire, I was wearing a dark red dress that clung to my frame like a glove.

The dress code for this gathering was anything but black. We weren't here to mourn the loss of a group of individuals. We were here to celebrate the impact their lives had conjured in our lives and demand for their search throughout the lands.

Many speculated that their disappearance was surely a kidnapping, with the bomb being a setup diversion with some causalities. It kind of made sense in a way, especially when they were just sworn in as the new supernatural council members.

I acknowledged Marigold with a nod, turning my head away to look forward. I could see the cameras were pointing our way, and it felt intriguing to see my own disguise.

My once brown locks were striking turquoise, an element I purposely didn't change. They carried hints of orange and gold, like tinsel highlights against my silky strands. My dress was strapless but was attached to lace sleeves to hide my tattoo. It added to the aesthetic of my dark red attire, the dress going from silky satin to a lace finish that ended in a mermaid style.

I wore gold-framed glasses, though my vision was perfect, in an attempt to manipulate my image further. It was clear that I gave off a royal persona, especially with the fact that I was standing next to Omarion.

His attendance was a must, especially after he'd been accused of killing me, Cassandra Thorn, the innocent human who so happened to be Princess Cassandra Cyldrirth. I'm sure many speculated what side he'd remain on, especially when all the videotapes ended at our confrontation.

None of them saw his noble declaration to remain by my side or witnessed his transformation.

My eyes lifted slightly to take in his tall appearance. His hair was combed back, gelled down to give him a sophisticated look. His suit was dark red to match my dress, but his tie and inner dress shirt were white silk.

It was my first time seeing him in a suit, which was an intriguing sight. It left me wondering what Omarion's role was outside of being a guard in the prison. Neither of us knew much about each other, which made me realize what a good opportunity it would be for us to learn more about one another. But until we were settled, and my mind wasn't buzzing with twenty-one other things, it would be rather impossible.

He noticed my gaze, his eyes moving to the right to acknowledge me. I felt his hand wrap around mine, squeezing gently before he returned his gaze forward. I couldn't conjure a smile of support, so I wrapped my fingers around his hand and squeezed