Of Blood and Downfall

Chapter 45.

Karden's POV:

I stood outside the door, her body fading down the estate until she enters a car. Closing my eyes, I pull at the bond, weak and withering with nothing but anguish and sadness. My lids raise when I hear soft footsteps approach me.

"I can't believe you're letting her go." I bite the inside of my cheek, gazing into Issy's wet eyes. I smell the salt of the tears she already shed when she heard the news.

"It's the right thing to do." The car groans on gravel, leaving the gates and down the cope of trees. Then she's gone.

"You're sending her back to another country where danger can await." Issy sneers and I turn to find the rest of my family standing behind me with a few servants.

"That other country is her home." I tell her, wanting her to shut up. Nothing is worst than realizing I made a terrible mistake.

"She's suppose to be with you, Karden! She almost died because her ex and yours decided to fuck things up!" She shoves my shoulders, throwing me off my feet. I stumble back but she catches up to me. Tears stain her face. "You have no idea where she is going and what is going to happen and before you find out, Greta's gift isn't going to last for her."

I hiss, peeling my lips back and revealing my fangs. Issy's are out too, not taking a step back when I slam into her, staring down at her hateful gaze.

"Don't you ever wish that upon me or Mavis. She made a decision, Issy and I had to respect it. You don't understand human emotions because you aren't mated to one."

"Karden." Damien calls my name in alarm.

"Oh yeah? You don't know that? What if I am?" Issy sneers and I scoff, leaning down to her ear. Although she's holding a strong posture, trying to look like the bigger person, she's quivering below.

"Karden!" Aiden growls and I whisper, "Ask Ryker if he's human then. Let me know how that goes."

When I pull away, there's a puzzled look in her eyes. My brothers mutter something to one another but all I hear is the slushing blood in my ears. My mother approaches us and runs her hands over Issy's shoulders to move her away from me.

"What does he mean, mother?" Issy asks her, fear in her voice.

"Let's talk somewhere, baby." She says to her daughter, servants following them from behind with a few feet of space between them.

"Why would you say that?" Aiden snaps and I roll my eyes.

"She would've found out anytime soon." I shoved past him and Damien steps in front of me.

"Just because you're mad at your mates decision, shouldn't mean you should be a dick to everyone else."

"Old news, brother." I curl my hands into fists at my side. "Now move or I'll make you move." He smirks at the threat but father stops us from getting into a fight.

"Go in your room and rest Karden." He insists but I give him the cold shoulder.

"I don't need rest." I growl at my father. "I'm going on a binge. No one look for me."

Mavis's POV:

Sitting at the gate, I glance down at the phantom touch lingering on my hand. When I was leaving and walking past Karden, he touched me one last time. The touch was electric, a current that shot towards my heart. Begging me to stay.

Now I'm waiting to board the plane in 30 minutes. I sigh, glancing at the screen on my phone when no notification appears. I'm not sure if this is the best decision or one I will deeply regret.

It's the afternoon in New York when the plane lands in JFK. I am completely exhausted from the flight and excited to welcome my bed when I arrive home. It's weird to feel the brisk wind nipping my skin when I pull my luggage out the airport and into the infamous loud, city. I approach a taxi and start my journey into the big apple.

Karden's POV:

I arrive home at night, my body thumping with fresh blood I drained from bodies I don't remember. Alcohol is bitter on my tongue as well as the thought of blood stuck on the front of my shirt. I walk through the quiet halls of my home, zig zagging from side to side with a drunk embrace. I left Damien at the bar after he came to find me incase I did anything idiotic.

So much for roles switching.

I toss my wallet on the desk, pulling the shirt over my head and tossing it on the ground. Blood stained my chest, dry when I rub my palm over it. I wonder if Mavis made it home. If her flight wasn't canceled or delayed and that she's safe with no worries of Sam or her father. He was missing...

I gnaw at my bottom lip, drawing the tub to fill with water so I could take a bath. I walk out of the bath chamber and pause. I clear the fog in my mind and smell the distinct scent in my room. Something that's been lingering the last forty eight hours since the ceremony. My stomach curls when it's not my long gone mates.

My fangs lengthen when the smell is strongest near my desk. I fade to the furniture, swiping papers and books off the desktop with countless thuds. I grab the side draws and pull, searching for each and every one of them. I roar with anger when the one I tend to keep locked slides wide open.

The SD card completely missing.

Mavis's POV:

I unlock the door of my home and enter to a quiet one. Everything has looked the same way I left it.

"Dad?" I call out, nervous that what Sam was saying is true. I called my dad numerous times and texted him. I was nervous to call the company to ask about his whereabouts since I've heard from no one about him "missing". "It's Mavis, I'm home." I lock the door and turn on the living room light.

I walk to the kitchen and open the refrigerator door. Covering my nose and gagging, vegetables, fruits, and leftovers are molding and spoiled. I shut it immediately and walk into his bedroom. The bed is made but no one lays in it. I walk in my room and gasp at the sight. Everything is completely ruined, bedsheets undone, clothes on the floor and dressers wide open.

Reaching for my phone in my back pocket, I hurry back in my dad's room. I don't know who to call. Issy, Karden...I skim past Sam's contact. If I reach out to him, he may undo whatever he did since I'm back in America. I hesitate when I hear breathing. Heavy breathing...

Slowly walking to the bedroom closet, I raise a shaking hand to the doorknob. I twist and pull, reaching for the light switch on the side of the wall and—click. I gasp, stumbling back and covering my mouth with a hand. On the ground of the closet was my father's body.
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