The Revenant Queen (wlw)

Chapter Twenty- Five

Slapping the drooling man across the face with brutal force, Adira watched as Sam jumped sharply from his unconscious state. With eyes wide and deranged the screaming man ran his hands aggressively over his body in an attempt to scratch the sting of fire he felt, tormenting his flesh. He did it for several seconds before realizing he wasn't dead nor in hell anymore but was gazing into the face of his liberator. When he finally recognized this person as the queen, he slipped from the table, falling to his knees, humbled by the woman's thoughtfulness.

"Thank you," he breathed heavily, on the verge of tears. He was sweating profusely and the sight of it left the woman sick with disgust. 

Alongside her majesty was Isaac who didn't say anything but looked on. He was angry, tired and invested all at once.

"Your soul's the hardest one to bargain for and so far I've done it twice," Adira stated. She didn't want praise or admiration but only for the man to know. He was the one who gave her the most trouble yet she continued to show him unconditional respect and understanding. She didn't need to do it but she did anyway.

The woman moved from beside Sam, circling the seat built like a throne there in the ceremonial chambers. There were carvings of  Latin and Arabic words and other obscure designs that would usually appear on her skin whenever she manifested. These markings were carefully engraved on every visible part of the chair, decorating the piece of furniture.

Isaac quietly followed her majesty as she moved around the room, he acted as her protector because he knew just how unstable revenants who were sent into the fiery depths of hell more than once could be once they returned. The woman didn't need his help though but it was better than knowing she was alone he thought standing like a guard at her side.

"I need you to start talking," her majesty spewed, taking a seat at this throne. She crossed her legs, resting her hands against the arms of the chair.

"I'll say whatever it is that you want," Sam was nearly out of breath.

"You knew what Petra had been up to, yet you said nothing to me, why?"

"I didn't think the crazy bitch would pull it off, I swear. She came around about a week or two ago asking me questions on where to find a few people, etc. She wanted me to do it but I refused, I told her she could fuck off."

"What next?" Adira was pissed and he saw it in her face, it was darker, more sinister. It scared him.

"She got mad and gave me a little scar on the face and then left the bar, after that I decided to follow her. She was watching the estate for days and when Colette and those boys left, she followed them. I knew you were catering for minimal run-ins with rogue revenants but you forgot to protect the girl from her. Petra tried to kill her and if I hadn't been there she would've done just that."

Nodding, Adira turned to Isaac finally addressing him after an entire day of silence. "Did your sister ever revealed any of this to you?"

"No, your majesty."

The woman was silent for an extended time, her cat-like eyes burned into the man's face; it left him uncomfortable but he was telling the truth. Petra was an unpredictable force, one that was often willing to take too many risks and he always chided her over it but she was too stubborn and proud to change her ways.

"Do you have any idea where she could be?"

"I don't and that's the truth. Petra's a very tight-lipped brat. She'd never say much to me because she knows I'm loyal to you."

"I need you to help them find her," Adira stated, dismissing him with a casual wave of her hand. In no time Isaac moved from her side, he lingered a little when he passed Sam,