blood oath of regaining back complete possession of their souls. I also discovered that the reason for his new persona was down to pissing off the shop owner, a girl I learnt was called Nero.
“You of all people, Sir, would fail to understand such trials and tribulations that comes from having one’s soul in the hands of another.” I released a sigh and muttered,
“Fuck me, but she really did a number on you.” I also shook my head before throwing a rag at him, nodding to the deep gash on his head caused from when I hammered it against the wall. He caught it one handed and put it there to slow the blood enough to give it time to heal before he lost too much and passed out.
“You swear M’lady was left unharmed?” He asked at the mention of her.
“You saw her for yourself, did she look fucking harmed to you?!” I snapped losing my patience and finding myself near ready to fight once more. Damn it, but if he just gave me something!
His shoulders sagged just before he staggered into the wall, using it to prop himself up. It had to be said that the Wyvern had given the fight a fucking good go and despite beating him, he hadn’t been exactly what I would have called easy. It was why the whole thing had been so satisfying, for it was unusual for me to find such an opponent who never gave up, even after I had broken bones. Of course, he would heal…maybe not as quickly as I would but he would most definitely live to see another fight, for it was clear the cocky bastard was no stranger to being in a brawl.
“I fail to see what the lady could mean to one such as you, on account of her being decidedly mortal,” Vern said wincing after it, and I didn’t know if it was due to physical pain or the pain his own words cost him, as he obviously hated this new affliction.
“That shit gonna wear off soon?” I asked making him mutter,
“By Joe, I do hope so, dear fellow.” The wince this time confirmed it had nothing to do with pain but more the hit to his ego at sounding by all accounts, like a posh twat.
“She’s certainly got imagination and talent that girl of yours…fuck, I am tempted to employ her,” I confessed making him push away from the wall in clear irritation saying,
“Now just a darn minute, I forbid any such thing…upon my word,” he scoffed making me roll my eyes and tell him,
“Keep your britchers on, asshole, I said tempted, not that I would…besides, I have bigger matters to deal with now, like getting you to tell me where the fuck my mortal is!” I snapped making his eyes widen at my slip up.
“Your mortal?” He questioned.
“Yes, my fucking mortal!” I shouted back almost about to crack my fist against his skull again. He released a sigh and said,
“If it’s the lady’s safety that concerns you then I can assure you that she is perfectly safe, especially with Trice becoming so protective over…” He trailed off the moment he heard my response for I started growling like a demonic beast.
“What did you say?” I asked in a dangerous tone, as I could feel the jealous rage rising through me like a red mist was overtaking my senses. I had never really had the need to be jealous over Amelia before, having intervened and ended all relationships with other men before they even had chance to begin. But then that was before I had allowed myself to claim her fully.
Now, however, just at the mere hint of it and I was back to being ready to tear into him once again. He held up a shaky hand, one where the skin was now missing off his knuckles and said,
“Take care for but a moment, good sir, for it is not as it appears.” But even then, I could tell there was something in him that seemed more to hope that this was the case, and for his brother’s sake that this statement was true. But it was obvious, that despite his words, it was not something he was confident in.
“It better the fuck not be, or you will be finding yourself a bloody cell mate with the same last name as you if it is any other way!” I snapped before forcing myself to leave, knowing that if I didn’t then there