Almara’s PovThe moment of silence hangs heavy in the air. There aren’t many options to consider. Either we join forces or we don’t.If we do then there’s a better chance we take down the familiars and reunite with Grace, my parents, Roman, Cathy, and Robert. At least the familiars still believe the vampires are an ally to them, that will work as an advantage for at least a little while.If we don’t team up, then that’s an even bigger risk. One that I don’t think we can afford to take. I glance at Arthur who has his locked down on the cement flooring, though he’s not really looking at anything, he shakes his head.I walk up to him and put my hand gently on his back, he stirs under my touch and I know he was a million miles away.“Bess would roll in her grave if we ever fought side by side with them,” Arthur says in a low whisper. I nod my head, though I don’t know if I agree. I think Bess would do what’s best for her pack, and definitely what’s best for her granddaughter.She wouldn’t
Almara’s PovWe hear faint footsteps growing nearer, along with chains rattling and muffled angry voices. Arthur and I reluctantly move to throw our clothes back up. I can’t move as fast with a seemingly ever-growing belly and I barely get my shirt over my head as the door is pushed open.“Get in here!” Delfino shouts, sounding irritated and not nearly as apathetic as when he left. As soon as Delfino comes into view, I can see him pushing Cathy and Arthur ahead who are tipping over their shackled feet.The three come to a stop in front of our cell. “Almara!” Cathy exclaims and runs up to the cell. Her loving moment of relief to see us is quickly overshadowed by Rober’s obnoxious laughter.“Smells like you two had a great time down here,” Robert howls. Good thing the lighting is dim because I’m sure my face has turned several shades of red.“Shut up,” Arthur says and Robert only mildly listens. He doesn’t say anything more, but eye’s us knowingly and doesn’t hide his smirk. Delfino loo
Almara’s PovDelfino comes back with exactly fourteen seconds to spare. Next to him is Edward, his right-hand councilman. Instinctively, every nerve in my body tenses. I can’t help but be repulsed by his scrawny statue and black beady eyes, just soulless and void of any warmth.“Good timing,” Arthur mutters. Walks to the door of the cell and we all stand close behind him. Delfino straightens his back and gestures towards Edward standing at his side. Iknow it isn’t possible, but he somehow looks older.“You remember my college, Edward,” Delfino says with great pride, as though presenting to us a prized possession.The last time we saw Edward, he was trying to keep us all in jail. We all grunt our acknowledgment of him and the smile on Delfino’s face falls. “He is here as witness to the agreement we come to today,” Delfino says moving this along.“Is there any other unbiased witness?” Robert asks, cocking an eyebrow at both of the councilmen.“No,” Delfino says flatly. Unfortunately, he
Almara’s PovOur touching moment is brought to a sudden halt when the sound of the doors opening startles everyone. Delfino and Edward move at their top vampire speed to fasten the chains around our wrists and keep us all huddled near one another.I recognize instantly the familiar that comes strutting in, it’s the same cat-like one that walked us here. It prowls in, eyeing each of us with a look full of venom and contempt. Next to it is another familiar, something like a rabbit yet with a darkness to it.“I heard our guests of honor were being brought here,” the vat familiar says though more of a question and brings its attention to Delfino. I can’t help but notice the crushing weight of the stare, it’s almost hard to breathe and the familiar isn’t even looking at me.If Delfino is uncomfortable, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he stands taller and if anything seems to be bothered to be questioned in his own territory. “Yes, Zayne.”“Why?” Zayne interjects and all of us hold out breath,
Almara’s Pov“Sit,” Zayne says just as forcefully as his hand that shoves Arthur and me onto two small metallic seats. Our cuffs cut into our wrists and we stumble over one another as we try to avoid falling off the seats.Once we’re somewhat settled, Zayne hovers over us. I dislike the difference in height difference as we’re seated and he towers over us. Just as I begin to wonder what he’s doing in such close proximity to us, the ground begins to shake.It’s not so much a violent movement, rather a small vibration engulfs Arthur and me, from the ground where are feet are to the tops of our heads.Zayne’s eyes roll back to his head so only the whites are showing and he lazily drapes his paws out in front of him, letting his wrists hang lifelessly. He mutters something and the vibration intensifies.I want to break my concentration and look at Arthur, but I can’t. Anytime I try to move or speak a numbness pervades in my muscle. More than that, the desire to want to speak or move compl
Almara’s PovArthur and I continue to fight against the invisible restraints, but it’s like trying to swim against the current. The more we try, the harder it gets and eventually the only thing able to break loose is a sob.Grace has never seen me cry before because I know it would break her heart to see her mother upset, but now she’s looking at me without any emotion, as though she would be impartial to anyone’s distress, let alone her own mother’s.I keep trying to sit up until I know I’ve reached my maximum strength capacity. I sink back into my sweet, noticing how Zayne is enjoying watching us fail at protecting our daughter who stands mere feet away, yet is also so far gone.Beside me Arthur heaves and pants, I can sense the blood pumping through his veins. His breath is hot and heavy, laden with rage. The room no longer feels cold, instead, it’s become unbearably stuffy.“What do you want?” exhaustion creeps through each winded word. I’m so tired of guessing what to do or fight
Almara’s PovWe recite the speech in flat voices the Zayne had prepared. We go through the motions as though on autopilot, just getting through this part so that the real events can begin. For all the murderous skills the familiar have, they lack in their writing.The speech was so dry there would be no way anyone back one would truly believe we meant the words we were saying. Still, even pretending to admit defeats leaves a bad taste in my mouth.“We said our piece, now let us go,&
Almara’s PovCathy’s word hang in the air which increasingly becomes thick and closes in around us. I suddenly find it hard to breathe and every inhalation brings with it the stench of death. I pull myself away from the cell, suddenly unable to bear the sight of Robert lying like a crumbled heap of meat on the ground.The sight, the smell, it all repulses me. I try to keep the bile from rising in my stomach, but being as pregnant as I am my refluxes aren’t as strong. I retch over in the corner. My entire body shakes as I empty whatever contents are left in m