Empress Of Wrath, Blood And Desire

Chapter 31: Empress of Wrath

Five months go by in a blur, each day merging into the next as if time itself has lost its definition.

The days seem to be going well as I've been eating, sleeping, and being myself. I've found some healing in the routine, gradually recovering after the loss of my fetus.

Though I've been doing well, losing it is a pain that never truly leaves; it lingers like a shadow, entwined into the fabric of every day, a constant reminder of what could have been.

It's curious how deeply I've felt the pain for something I never truly knew, yet when it's within your own body, the connection becomes profoundly real.

However, during those days I have taken up extra activities which involve training occasionally, fighting, and accompanying Marcellous on his missions. Having sex if you call that activity. Sex is something I can never get enough of.

Additionally, although I had told my friend Ezekiel that we wouldn't be in contact for a while, I reached out to him when I could, and he seemed to be getting closer than ever. He claims that the next time we speak will be when he has found what we've been searching for, making our arrangement clear once more.

Opening the gym door, sweat pouring from my body and hunger growling in my stomach, I head towards the living room and proceed to head upstairs when I remember something.

"Did Marcellous return?" I ask one of the soldiers standing at the entrance door and he nods.

"Just went to an urgent meeting, ma'am."

I nod curtly, but suddenly my throat becomes parched. I've been working out and training for hours and have not had water since.

I turn towards the wide opening and walk through with my head held high.

I pour myself a glass of water and take a long drink before deciding to take a walk around the place.

Honestly, I need to see Marcellous. He's been gone for a whole day, and if you ask me, I could use a chance to blow off some steam.

Meaning sex. That's what he and I had been doing together occasionally. More than we did before. It's not only the security of his home that is protecting me from the pursuers, but also the sex he has to offer whenever I need it. Not only is it an addiction to me but for some reason a momentary escape where I can lose myself, if only for a while, in the safety of his arms, forgetting the dangers that lurk outside.

Walking by his conference room door, I suddenly hear voices coming from inside, which causes me to turn towards it and notice that the door hasn't fully closed, allowing me to hear and possibly see what's happening within.

Given my curiosity, you know I won't pass up the chance. Whatever's going on might be useful for me shortly, who knows?

Here is not long term.

Moving cautiously, I tiptoe to the door and peer through the small gap.

Inside, I see about six men gathered around. Marcellous stands among them, his face etched with urgency. All the men are dressed in suits, their expressions serious as they discuss matters of apparent importance.

"...turns out there are people who know who she is. Just a few and I happened to know one of them..."

"Go on..." he pushes his jaw getting tense.

"He lives in Colombia and works as a spy. We met just a week ago while I was there, and after a brief exchange of updates, we dove straight into discussing our missions. He revealed that he knew who she was after I had mentioned the empress, and it turns out he was hunting her as well. His orders were to deliver her head to his boss. We're not the only ones pursuing her, she has amassed her enemies our the years. However, that same night, my friend arranged another meeting, and when we met again, he managed to get me a copy of her photo. A rare photo..." He pauses, visibly uneasy.