Ruthless 🗡️/ Fourth Wing

Chapter~41

"Are you really not going to tell Xaden?" Garrick's voice echoed through the hallway, following me too closely for my liking. I kept my eyes straight ahead, focused on my goal: reach Xaden and Kia. I wanted to be the one to end this. But his words stopped me in my tracks.

I spun around, my glare icy. "Garrick, if you mention that one more time, I'll carve you open."

His expression didn't shift. "He's going to find out. You two are too close, and he'll start putting the pieces together, just like I did. And when he does... he's not going to be happy."

I held his gaze, biting back my anger. "Are you planning to tell him, then?"

He leaned in, a challenge in his eyes. "Do you want me to?"

The heat in my chest flared, and I took a deep breath to steady myself. "I've been telling you for the last ten minutes not to say a word to him, and yet here you are, asking stupid questions—"

Before I could finish, an annoying, shrill voice cut through the air, too familiar for my taste. "Oh, what are we keeping from Xaden?"

I froze. Bohid.

My eyes narrowed as I turned to face him. "I swear, I'll kill you both."

Ignoring him, I moved toward the cell I'd been held in just hours ago, the metal door looming ahead. But before I could reach it, Bohid's voice came again, far too eager. "Is this about Xaden sedating you? Because, you know, he really didn't have much of a choice, you stabbed me and —"

I stopped dead in my tracks, my pulse spiking. "He did what?" I seethed, my voice low but dripping with fury.

Garrick scrambled to correct himself, but there was no escaping it. "Nope. Definitely not about that," he said quickly, as I turned into the cell, my body trembling with rage.

But the words didn't help. They only made it worse. I stormed into the cell, fuming even more

"Okay mouther fuckers im back and alive so step away from Kia hes mine" I said as I walked into the dungeon. Im shocked at what is see. Blood everywhere Kia in a corner and Xaden twerling a dagger in his hands.

A wave of nausea hit me, the metallic taste of blood thick on my tongue. That blood—partly mine—blurred the edges of my mind. My brain pushed the memory away, the raw terror of what I had endured in that room, Kai's hands on me, relentless.

Liam, ever the quiet one, didn't flinch. He didn't need to ask if I was okay. Without a single word, he reached over and placed a dagger in my hand. The weight of it felt like a lifeline, something solid in a world that had spun out of control. I felt... whole again.

"Get out of my way, Xaden," I snarled, my voice a low, deadly growl. "I want his death."

I could feel Xaden's presence behind me, but there was no stopping me now. I was done with restraint. Done with the mind games, the manipulation. I needed this. I needed to make him pay.

I moved past Xaden, my steps heavy, each one a promise of pain.

I knelt down in front of Kai, my breath shaky but determined. His eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and fear, but it didn't matter anymore. None of it did. The only thing that mattered was this moment, the sound of the blade sinking into his flesh, and the rush of power it gave me.

I pressed the knife against his leg, and with one swift motion, drove it deep.

"You manipulated me," I whispered through gritted teeth as the blade dug in. His blood oozed, but it wasn't enough. Not yet.

I twisted it for good measure, and he gasped. Good.

"You made me weak." Another stab, this time higher, digging in like I could carve the pain out of my chest. It didn't work. It didn't fix me. But damn it, it felt good.

"Helpless." The words tasted like acid, and the blade bit in deeper. His body jerked as if he was trying to escape, but there was nowhere for him to go. Nowhere to hide from what he'd done.

"You made me beg." My voice was shaking now, a mixture of fury and something else—grief, maybe. But I didn't care. The blood spilled faster, soaking the floor. I didn't stop. I couldn't.

"Played with my head." The last stab was the worst, twisting the knife inside him, and I watched as his face contorted in pain. His mouth opened to speak, but the words died on his lips.

I pulled the blade out slowly, watching his chest heave with every labored breath. But I wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot.

I stood over him, trembling with rage, my hands covered in his blood. I didn't care. This wasn't just about him.

I stood over Kai, blood soaking my hands, and watched the life slowly drain from him. His breathing was ragged, desperate, but there was nothing left in me to feel pity. I was past that. I was past everything.

I leaned in, letting the sarcasm drip from my lips like venom, my voice quiet, almost playful.

"It was fun while it lasted, but I can't let you live. Not with what you know," I whispered, a smirk playing at the edges of my mouth.

His eyes widened in panic, and for a brief moment, I almost felt something stir in me—a flicker of remorse. But I buried it.

No. This was necessary.

"You thought you were in control, didn't you?" I continued, almost conversational. "You thought you could twist me, break me, make me beg. But here's the thing, Kai—I don't beg."

I pulled the knife back, pressing the cold steel into his chest again, savoring the way he flinched. "You'll never have that power over me again you sick fuck."