𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅

chapter thirty-six

Drakkar

I glared as I glanced over and over at the paper feeling like this was some kind of stunt. This couldn't be.

"Is this a fucking joke?" Zeke seethed anger, and General Droga looked for the first time today, visibly scared as Zeke stood up.

"No, it—

"LEAVE," he didn't need to be told twice as he ran out of the room, leaving us alone.

Silence.

No one talked. Each of us was too shaken by the news.

Zander stood up and walked over to the wall, and punched it as hard as he could.

"She fucking lied to us," He yelled as his punch and grunt echoed in the room. I didn't think I had ever seen him so livid. He looked more animal than man, with his knuckles dripping blood as each punch against the wall kept getting more violent.

Zeke was standing still. He made no move. His face was completely blank. His ragged breathing and grip around the glass became more brutal as each second passed. The glass broke inside his hold, and soon blood dripped from his fist. His jaw was tense, and his eyes were expressionless.

"She was the one we were after all along," Zeke said slowly, like he couldn't quite get the full grasp of what we just learned.

My vision got blurry. I stood up and walked toward the nearest thing I could find and threw it across the room. I flipped the table over, the documents all falling over and I stared at the one name that brought me so much rage. I could feel the familiar burning anger rushing through me, and my body started physically shaking as I began to realize how we had been fooled.

"She knew who we were all along," Zander growled as his eyes snapped to ours. His eyes had turned completely back, and the darkness that had taken over his features was scarier than anything I had ever seen.

"I have to fucking find her," he said as he stormed toward the door.

"Don't fucking do anything, Zander," I yelled at him, and he slowly turned to face me.

"Why the hell not? I think we fucking deserve an answer!" He spat back with hostility, and I darted back at Zeke, who was staring at a wall.

I had no explanation for this, nor could I justify what was going on. Something in me refused to believe that she was acting all along. That she was deceiving us. Deceiving me.

"There has to be a fucking explanation for this, don't be a fucking bastard," I spat back, and outrage flashed in his eyes. Before I knew it, he stormed toward me, swinging his bloody fist my way. I ducked out of the way before it could hit me.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do asshole," he launched toward me, tackling me to the floor. My head collided violently against the floor, my vision blackening for only a few seconds, but that was enough time for him to take another swing at me.

His fist shattered the side of my jaw, I grunted in pain as I tried to pull him off me. I reached into my pocket and fetched my dagger. Another blow came to my temple this time, and I could feel myself going in and out of consciousness. The amount of force in each blow was enough to kill me.

Zander was the strongest out of all of us. Zeke and I were strong, but our strength didn't measure to Zander's. He was the kind of individual who was made of violence, as if every bone in him was born to kill. The punches kept going, and a part of me knew I was going to die if I didn't do anything.

I didn't know where the fuck Zeke was, but he was pretty fucking useless right now. I grabbed the leather handle of the dagger and blindly made a stabbing movement above me which proved itself useless as I was met with nothing. I did it again and again and finally felt something.