The Sword Of Tiberius

Chapter 29

The Roman Moron is too self - absorbed

| Juliette | 

" Recognize her Jules?" the leader said. I stood in shock for a minute and then matched his deathly calm voice.

" Don't call me Jules. " I said, " And if you do anything to her..."

He laughed, interrupting me.

" Oh I plan on doing exactly that if you don't meet my commands." My fists were clenched tight and my teeth grit against one another. A hand clamped on my arm.

" No. Don't you dare." he said. I looked into his blue eyes,

" I can't let her get hurt Adrian. She's a mortal." I said softly.

" We'll find a way." He said desperately, " You can't do this. Jules. Please. " My heart twisted to the desperate tone in his voice. Even Cia, who was next to me said,

" Julliette, we could do something, you don't have to do this."

However August, James and Luna looked at me sympathetically. They understood how dangerous this guy was. He would do literally anything.

" Tik Tok. " The devil said, " Times running out. And your mother's time too." I stared at him in horror. Why would he kill an innocent just to get that-Thing. Tristen looked at me at last and smiled grimly. His eyes said something. They always did.

" Fine. I'll do it" I said and straightened my shoulders. I held my chin up, refusing to bow down to anything or anyone. I heard a sharp inhale of breath from Adrian and I squeezed his hands gently. He held on a bit tighter so I had to pull hard to get away. I gave him eyes that said sorry. He shook his head. He understood. He always did. I really loved him. As a friend and more. I strolled towards the guy.

" Let's get this over with." I said. He grinned at me. It looked hideous.

Since the sword was in the glass case, his men had to break the glass before we could do anything. As the glass shattered I smiled. But when the roman moron looked at me, I again took on that expression of pain. His hands fluttered towards the sword and he looked at me expectantly,

" In the count of three. You better. Remember your mother." he said. I gulped. 3....2......1....

And we both grasped the sword. The moron grinned and held the sword with me. Lifting it up to the air, I glanced at Luna. She smiled at me. I was afraid she didn't listen to Tristen. But she had.

The moron was too absorbed in his glory to realize that I had taken the sword away from its scabbard. Which was in his hands. When he and his personal little army realized, the sword was already in the air and in Luna's hands.