𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄

Chapter 7

Yuri has her hand up, after just shooting a blast of ice at Maven's wrist.

From behind her rush a handful of Guards.

Two faceless Sentinels grab him and hold his arms back in an unnatural position, far away from his body, decreasing his mobility.

They kick Maven behind his knees, forcing him to kneel and they push his head down aggressively.

At the sudden intrusion, Kaida's snaps out of her reverie.

She is sure she doesn't have feelings for this Maven.

How could she?

This was a man who clearly loved to see her tormented. Every second he lived and breathed and scorned her, was painful.

Kaida wished he would just go away.

This imposter who wore the face of her beloved, she could have no love for him.

As beautiful as he was, with Maven's eyes, his lips, his very countenance, Kaida had to remember he was not her Mirror Prince.

He was a dangerous mad man, at war with the world. At war with her.

"Move him upstairs. To the Hold."

The Guards nod.

"My Queen, we do not know of his ability. Should we bind his hands?"

Yuri stands between Maven and Kaida, with her hands clasped behind her back.

Her lethality is evident, in the very way she stands.

"Yes."

Kaida does not hesitate.

She looks down at Maven, his shock of black hair the only thing visible.

Even with his head down, he knows she is looking at him, and he smiles.

All Maven sees is the swish of her skirt as Kaida turns to leave.

The retreating clack of her heels rebounds around the empty dungeon.

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Yuri and the other guards haul Maven up to the Hold.

It is a secure room in the heart of the Palace, especially made for if a Silver or Red mutant goes berserk.

It has an abnormally high ceiling, and is incredibly plain.

Four white walls hold a clear glass box at the epicentre.

Kaida had worked closely with the engineers who procured Elara's silencing collar.

Together with her own ability, they had created a silence chamber.

Any user held within would have no access to their ability.

There is nothing in there they could use either, it is completely empty.

There was no guarantee it would work on Maven, so before they took him up here, they had his hands tightly secured at his front.

They were unable to touch themselves.

They were forcibly balled into fists, so the flat of his palm could not touch anything, and wrapped in a sleek metallic substance that was as hard as metal but moved like cloth.

Maven enters the room and looks around.

The stark white was uncomfortable and clinical-like.

It reminded him of the room where Elara took control of Cal's mind and killed his father.