Monica's POVShe dragged the body of the unconscious guard with her into the dungeon, and propped his back against the wall in a sitting position. Intuitively, she locked the doors, apparently to give the unsuspecting outsider the notion that nothing was out of place in here. She returned to the guard, and fished his pocket for the keys, slipping the noisy bunch into her jean pocket. With excitement buzzing through her, she ran to Amber and threw her into a big hearty hug. "I thought I'd never see you again." She eased out of the hug and continued, "How's Ludovic? His he okay?" A wave of jealousy swept through me. Asking after Ludovic was not the problem; who was asking was the problem. The way she asked was the problem. The emotion in her voice was nothing close to agape or platonism. It was way more than that.Was she in love with my Ludovic? "If you came here to get us out, it'd be wise you get at it. We don't have all the time in the world to rub each other's cheeks or wipe each
Iris' POVI led the way out of the dungeon through the trap door, signalling to Amber and her friends to keep it as quiet as possible. We got out into the backyard, spying the orchard for the slightest figure of a living thing that may announce our presence. Fortunately for us, none was in sight, except the chirping of crickets and the croaking of frogs. "Stay here," I whispered to them, removing the shower cap. "I've got to wash the dye off my hair. It's becoming damp and tangy on my head.""Why didn't you do that at the salon before leaving?" Amber queried under a mutter. " We don't have much time for all that.""Seriously?" I forced my voice to stay in tune with the chirping and croaking sounds in the orchard. "We saw your picture on the screen and we were afraid you might lose your life for something we were sure you didn't do, and you're scolding me for wasting time?""What do you mean we? Who else knew me there in the salon you visited?"I heaved softly. "Your distant cousin sa
Iris' POVKitana growled within me, activating every sense organ in my body. I tapped into her powers like a conduit ordained for ministration, allowing her take the wheels. My sight adjusted just fine to the darkness, my hearing became keener, and my fist was pumped ready for the party.The guard behind me tried to play a fast one on me with a surprise attack, but I heard every step he took, as though he was crawling all over me. He swung his hand, aiming for my head, but I ducked, and darted him a back kick in the abdomen that might have ruptured his spleen.Jackson jumped at me, with a dagger hanging over him. In a stomp, I leaped into the air above him, flashing him my violet eyes. He was spell bound by the colour of my eyes; it was an awesome experience to those who hadn't seen me in my full power. Personally, I was skeptical about what my full power would look like when I exploited it.With a descending kick against the top of his head, I smashed him into the ground between the
Monica's POV"Which way now?" I asked, livid at Amber, and eager to escape the dungeon. One of these days I'd teach her not to mess with me. She played a fast one on me, and thought she had won the round, but I must have my pound of flesh from her. If Iris hadn't come between us, I swear, I'd have gorged her eyes out with my claws."C'mon, it's this way." Iris turned left, jogging into the darkness. Being in the dungeon for hours had dimmed my sight. A minute later, we got to a trap door. I charged forward and tried to open it, but Iris stopped me. "I hear footsteps. Hold on a bit.""Are you sure?" Amber whispered. "I can't hear anything.""Keen hearing." Iris answered. "We're supernaturals, remember?" "I'll just sit back and wait while you do your thing.""I thought as much," I sniggered. "She sneered at me, and I snarled back, imagining the softest spot in her body that would be quick to penetrate. I'd make sure she bled and begged for her life before ripping her head off. "I thin
Gustav's POVI sat on the bed beside mother, cupping one of her hands in mine. Two days after the incident, and she was still comatose. Zelta had tried everything medicinal and magical, but she wouldn't budge. She remained in coma, defying all treatments.Iris. This was when I needed her the most. My mate should have been sensible enough to lend me her shoulder to lean on in my moments of crisis. The feisty female had decided to lead a wayward life, abandoning her mate because she thought she could take down anything. Fucking piece of pride!"The death of the young human wasn't necessary, Gustav." Drogo cleared his throat. "You went overboard with that.""His death was collateral damage." I replied, tucking mother's hand beside her. I rose up with a sigh and brushed past the old male to the sofa facing the bed. I want my eyes on mother. Whenever she woke up, I wanted to be the first breathing thing she saw. "Besides, she moved me to do it. Her foolishness got the better of her.""She'
Iris POVMy weary eye peeled open slowly, adjusting to the dim yellow lights of a dark room. A downsizing pain jammed by brain hard against my skull. It was as though a mill was grinding in my head.I tried to massage my temples to hurl the pain, but it was bound by something strong- something metallic. The strange restraint widenedy eyes, and... fuck! The dungeon again. I thought I'd gone past this stage with Gustav. The least I expected from him was waking up on my bed in my room.The event of the evening flashed back into my memory. I returned to the mansion from Macy's to rescue Amber an her friends, we tried to escape, we got out to find Gustav waiting fo us with an army of werewolves, Gustav and I had a fall out, he killed... The memory sparked me further awake, as I tried to jerk free from the hold. My wrists and ankles were held stiff by metal plates, including my neck. "Gustav!" I growled, foaming under my breath."How does it feel to be on the mesh?" Monica teased, hanging d
Monica's POV."What's the point of keeping it to yourself? The way I see it, we're not leaving here alive." I pushed. If what Amber was saying is the truth, I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was a bigger truth to the whole story. Yesterday, Ben was her nephew, and today, he suddenly turned out to be her son. That was a little bit incredible to me, like a thunderbolt in a hail storm cracking through the sky in a flash.The thought I couldn't shake off was why Amber refused to tell Ben she was his mother? Isn't it one of the many joys of motherhood to hear your child call you 'mother'? Why did she sweep such vital information under the carpet that long?I should have known from the color of their hair and eyes. They were both light blond and blue-eyed. I'd thought it was a dominant family trait, a character that appeared in every generation. I couldn't wiggle the truth out of her because we weren't friends. Besides, saving Ludovic was of more importance to me than fixing the p
Monica's POV"My Lord!" Jackson stalled in his movement. He turned to see Gustav standing at the entrance, frowning at him. He stood erect as a pine tree, shaken to the marrow."Out!" Gustav repeated from the door way, his tone casual, but it carried with it a vivid authoritative baritone.Jackson scuttled out of the dungeon, not before dipping his chin in a quick bow, taking with him his air of cheap pervasions. Shutting the door after him, Gustav stood formidable, looking from one pained face to the other, with his bold shoulders squared. He took a couple of short strides forward, stepping under the dim light of the dungeon to announce his undeniable presence. His parted permed hair reflected the dim glow of the yellow bulb dropping from the ceiling, covered in a band of cobwebs. He wore a black short-sleeved Polo, tucked into a blue jean, which highlighted his round biceps stretching the helms of the shirt to the ends of their elasticity. Somehow, his titanesque Greek body seeme