Chapter 8 • Baron

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"Miracle, please see reason!"

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"Miracle, please see reason!"

Feeling guilty about the circumstances we had placed her in. After the fight with Talon, Miracle trying to reject us, sent us over the edge. We made Talon put her to sleep, while we placed a steel door on her room. Hoping that in time she would be able to give up this farce.

We locked her in her room seeing no other way around it. It's been two days and she still hasn't stop trying to reject us, even through a steel door. Her anger is beyond reason, in a way, I can understand it, Talon should not have called her any foul words. Stopped that low.

In my eyes she's far from what Talon thinks and even I will bash his skull to pieces if he speaks like that about her again.

Another strong force hits the door causing the metal to heat up, while I'm leaning against it on the outside; I can feel the warmth from it permeating on my skin. She's throwing fireballs at door trying to find a means to escape. We barricaded her only window. Malik is frustrated, never wanting this to happen, he's made his views pretty clear.

Since their bonding he's been craving her blood to the point that he is starting to deny himself his blood . Before long he will go mad with blood lust. Another factor to worry about. If we don't get Miracle to see reason, he may go completely mad.

"Miracle, Malik needs you. He will go mad without your blood. Please see reason." The barrage of fireballs ceases, rising up from the door, I hesitate, hoping she doesn't resume her attacks.

A few minutes later I go to retrieve the key before entering it in the lock a boom hits the door again. Sighing, I walk away.

Sitting in our main office with all my brothers, we're trying to come up with a solution for our problem.

Malik sits to the side. His pale complexion even whiter, looking exhausted and frail. Talons in the center, his smug expression is irritating the hell out of me. Lucias sits beside him, his anger more aggressive than my own. I'm behind the big wooden desk my fathers use to reside in. No closer to a solution than we were yesterday.

"I've tried to talk with her, she's not listening. I'm out of ideas." Raising my brows and sparing a glance at each them all they do is fidget and grumble.

"It's Talons fault, he needs to apologize and mean it! She will never be happy otherwise." Lucias point is valid. Though I don't see Talon coming off his grand high and mighty horse.

"I will not apologize for something that is true! You may not agree but that's the way I see it. She may be nice and I don't mean to be cruel but I'm not her puppet like you three." Pointing at all three of us.

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