realised Vern had followed and no one was watching her. After this he freaked. By the time we ran back to the shop, she was gone.”
“Gone?!” I snapped, seeing that this was the part that was new to me.
“Yeah, well obviously they found her again, only it seemed she was attacked,” the girl added making me tense all over.
“ATTACKED!” I roared making the girl in my arms cower, squirming harder now to be free of me. I therefore forced myself to be calm enough so I wouldn’t accidentally break her bones, for I was holding her too tight as it was.
“Not by me! Or them, it was by a witch or something…please!” She shouted, and this was when I hit my fucking limit. Once again I ignored the bellowing sounds of a Wyvern’s rage beyond the doors and focused on discovering the truth. I did this by spinning her to face me, placing a hand over her eyes and said,
“Fucking show me!” She whimpered at first but then the second I accessed her mind she relaxed in my hold. Then I scanned through her memories and the second I saw Amelia entering inside this room, everything stopped.
I breathed a quick sigh of relief before allowing the rest to continue and it was only a minute later that I ended up hissing out one word like it was acid on my tongue…
“Hex!”
15
In Another’s Arms
“Is that all you have, you ruffian!” Vern said after I broke his nose and he spat blood off to the side. It also didn’t take me long into this fight to realise that something was wrong with Vern and if I was honest, it was throwing me off my game.
After I had learnt all I needed to from the witch, I naturally let her go. Not only had she not done anything wrong, but she had helped care for my girl after her attack. Also, from the looks of her memories, she had been nothing but kind to her. Which was why when leaving the shop, I declared the building and the witch under the protection of my rule and a death sentence to anyone who threatened either. This was much to her and Vern’s astonishment, but I couldn’t give a fuck, for anyone who aided my Amelia in surviving this ordeal, I was indebted to.
As for Vern, he refused to give me any information as to where he’d sent them, despite the beating he had received. I had tried to access his mind and found a blank, for he had only given them a hint of where they should go. Meaning it was Trice who had most likely unknowingly thought of the place the portal had sent them. Which meant that unless Vern was willing to slip up and think back to the actual location, then it was useless.
He was one cunning, ginger fucker!
“I fail to understand why it is you still resist, for what do you hope to achieve from all of this?” I asked after wiping my own blood from my lips, after the few lucky hits he had managed to get in. You see my idea of gaining information from Vern wasn’t by tying him to a fucking chair and torturing him. For I didn’t do such unless I wanted to deliver a lot of pain as revenge. In truth, I had also needed the fight.
But for Vern, he had kept Amelia safe and protected her, which was precisely why I didn’t want to kill him or beat him beyond repair. However, he couldn’t go completely unpunished either, as he refused to give information to his King and didn’t make it easy when he was escorted back to the castle for questioning.
Basically, the dickhead was doing this to himself. Which was why I decided to give him his chance against me. Any other time and this would have been in a ring surrounded by an audience, as this wasn’t the first time I had fought those that needed to be punished. But instead, this fight ended up inside a large prison cell. Because I had no fucking time for theatre of making this a show. This was between him and me and despite his new fucked up way of speaking, I discovered his reason was the promise that was made for all three of the brothers.
They wanted their souls back.
He was basically giving his brothers the chance to deliver the girl and get what was owed to them, the promise of lifting the