In The Name of Shadows - A Darklina Story

Chapter 20: Enemies and Generals

Publishing date: 05/01/2022

When the door leading to the headquarters of the General of the Second Army Aleksander Morozova, who was now known to ordinary people as Aleksander Kirigan, was again opened for Alina Oretsev during last few days and she was slightly pushed into the spacious room, the white-haired girl wanted to howl with rage.

"What a..." Alina clenched her small palms into fists, feeling the energy summoned by her fury rushing into her fingers and dangerously electrifying her skin.

If the Darkling was right, the young Grisha could now easily control her powers. For she was now in such a state of emotional agitation that she wanted to destroy something.

Right away, right now.

There was no chance that Aleksander Morozova would ever change. It did not look like he would ever make any concessions to Alina, as long as it did not fit into his elaborate plan. And now this lord of the Havoc Summoner's fate once again had made some choice by himself, but this decision was not only about him. The young Grisha was to humbly obey his orders and agree to everything he wanted. As if everything was fine.

"No way he will get it!" Alina Oretsev hissed under her breath as she angrily walked over to the wooden table which was standing near to the door. There were some books laying there, which the Darkling had left here for his little Alina's entertainment. The girl threw them off the table in one sudden movement. "Why is he doing this to me?! Why the hell he is like that?!"

The Havoc Summoner was surprised that she experienced such fits of rage with increasing frequency. It seemed that she was controlling it less and less, and even though she tried to convince herself that it was nothing, her inner voice whispered that something very strange was happening to her.

It was as if the darkness that had now resided in her heart for good was trying to dominate her innate light, warning that Alina's inner balance was increasingly threatened.

"He will pay me for this. What is he thinking?!" The young Grisha sat down forcefully in a comfortable armchair, which was richly decorated in wood, reaching for a glass of water standing on a tray placed on a low coffee table.

Suddenly, the Havoc Summoner's gaze fell on the brandy decanter which was also placed on the table. On impulse the girl set the glass of water aside, and instead she poured herself some amber liquid into one of the empty vessels, then she quickly drained the glass and immediately winced.

Alina had never been one of the special gourmets of alcohol and, which was most important, she liked to have clear thoughts. But today she had far too many bad experiences and she was just unable to calm down. She had drunk brandy with Mal a few times at their home, in Keramzin, so she was sure that she would quickly relax.

"This is supposed to be your home. You belong here. This is your place..." The Havoc Summoner sneered under her breath. "Then why the hell am I sitting here all day long, locked up like some goddamn animal in their golden cage? I am going to go crazy here! Let me do something at last, you... kidnapper!" Aleksander Morozova was not supposed to hear it at all, but, unfortunately, the fate wanted that he was just listening to Alina's thoughts by their Bond.

There was a high probability that Aleksander did it all the time, he only very rarely revealed himself.

"So many emotions hidden in one little girl. I have some idea. Do you want to hear what it is?"

Alina Oretsev felt that her anger was taking an increasingly serious form. It had turned out that she couldn't even complain to herself to not be overheard. It wasn't a normal life. It was a torment.