𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡: ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔚𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔰

Chapter Thirty: Enlightenment

Amber

Another dose of that colorless, tasteless water down that throat. This time by him and with one of his companions. His hands were protected by an obsidian based glove etched with symbols I’m not aware of. He learned from his colleges or his colleges didn’t learn from him. He stepped back out of reach as I lunged at him. The lantern hung next to the steel door behind him, the desk moved to the opposite end of it, and I was chained a bit more closer to the wall.

A smirk ran across his face and he turned to grab something from there along with a rusty old chair he brought with him. He sat, with an old tattered book in his hand, a pen in the other. “Now lets see here,” he started. “Your mother was the only hell beast I couldn’t record right. But now since you're here and ready for a thorough examination.” His grin churned my stomach the wrong way. He huffed, “no snarky comment?” I glared at him, a growl rumbling in the depths of my throat.

“I’m not scared of you.” The scars in his bearded jaw rose in a slight amusement. “I see one trait now. It won't help you to this extent anyway. And since I can't kill you now, I can only gather data. This would be a major addition.” He wrote something, before closing it. My eyes glimpsed the cover and it looked eerily similar to the one dad had given me. 

He sat it aside pulling a curved dagger from his sheath and dragged it down the metal of my muzzle. “Now let's see how fast you heal when poisoned,” he whispered before the cold metal ran over my dirty skin. He cut what was left of my sleeve off and sliced into my forearm. I screamed, and watched as my blood rushed out spilling onto his knife and hand. “Amber,” Tora started but I stopped her. “I can handle it,” I whispered. My arm was shaking as the wound started to slowly mend itself. He watched in fascination as it did.

Running through my mind were all the ways I can kill this bastard when I get loose. And I’ll make him sorry for even being born. My teeth gritted, feeling another deep slice but across my torso. He stepped away after leaving deep wounds over my body. Beriding the gloves as he observed how long it took for them to close. 

Tora taught me how to slow my heart rate to limit the circulation while the process took its time. But my eyes never left his. Dark and void of emotion. “I’ll make sure to kill you slowly when this contract is up. That’s in the next 36 hours, by that time I may have a whole biography for your species,” he smiled.

I ignored the urge to try to get him, focusing on the still bleeding wounds. But less than two  days? I’ve already been here longer than that. He sat in the rusty chair again, squealing from the force that dropped on it. A glove was off as he wrote things down. My eyes went to the texture of the book again. Why in the world does that look like dad’s book?

Alexis

Vale stuck to my side regardless of the instructions given to her by the doctor. She’s so fucking stubborn and hard headed but I know it’s just wanting Amber back safe. When I got out of that meeting with Max, I had ordered more of my men to widen the perimeter in search of that dreaded man.  “We’re going to visit your sister, if you don’t mind me warning you,” I said as we walked up the stairs.

She stayed quiet, shoulders straight and hands perched in her pockets. There was just a curt nod of understanding. I sighed, ignoring the secretary again as I entered her office. Two heads turned our direction and I smiled. “Oh, thank you for making this easier on me dear Father,” I chimed. Ze’ev and Jessie were there in what was a deep conversation. Their eyes widened and I shut the door, locking it behind us.

“I already did what you asked of me, what the hell do you want now,” she hissed kind of annoyed. I arched a brow in amusement and pointed to Ze’ev. “I want to talk to both of you. Seems as though your lives will get shitter by the hour.” Her lips parted, as her face contorted in confusion, then her eyes darted to my side and I could see her soul just crumble. “I’m not here to seek revenge for what you did Tavern, so pull it together. Where is your father?” Vale stepped forward with the same posture.