Out of the Darkness (Broken Heirs #2)

Threats all along

"Here we go again."

Shaira mutters as she sneezes for-maybe- twentieth time in the past ten minutes. Of course she would catch a cold. She always had weak immunity for these colds. Her eyes blurred as the eyes were constantly tearing. Her nose was clogged. It was a very bad morning. She fixed her shirt as she put on her heels when her eyes went towards an envelope on the floor.

Thinking it was one of Sam's silly ideas. She picked it up rather enthusiastically.
Her face turned pale when she looked at the note. The inside sheet was red. An ominous smell. Maybe pig's blood. Only two words.

LEX TALIONIS

Shaira sat with a thump on the ground as the sheet slipped out of her hands. Lex Telionis: the law of retaliation.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

Shaira was traumatized. Her hands shaking as she tried to calm herself down. It was a threat letter but who was it?

Was it that shitty reporter?

Was it someone behind her?

What she has taken from the person?

Shaira didn't do anything. Her hands stained with the red from the paper. The smell all over.

She can't tell this to everyone. Like anyone would care. Shaira ran in her washroom as she washed her hands. The red was gone with three washes but Shaira couldn't help to wash it again and again. Her skin turned bright red as silent tears ran through her cheeks.

She needed to up her game before Daniel could get involved or all of the Vanedestines. She would cause any harm to them.

Before she could do anything else. Her doorbell rang. Shaira froze in her place. She steadily walked towards her main gate. Her hands swiftly approach the golf stick resting there. Her hands tightly hold that stick as she looked into the peephole.

A man with suit appeared in front of her. Her eyes couldn't believe as she saw him. He was looking old more than before. His rough features were still there. It was him. She heard from the Vanedestines that he was on some wild retreat. No cellphones. No connection.

Shaira swiftly opened the door. She needed a sense of protection and as pathetic as it sound- she need someone to confine in. Dexton already had so many problems. With Daniel fallout and Sam's upcoming tour. She had noone.

Shaira opened the door slightly still confirming the identity.

"Mr. Aestus Vanedestine."

"Yes Shaira. It's me."

Shaira fully opened the door as a feeling of relief rushed into her. She didn't had to fight a threat. At least not now.

Mr. Aestus was on the retreat when he was informed that something happened to Shaira. He returned as soon as he heard that. Mr. Aestus was excited to see her again. For the past five years he had taken the advice Shaira had given to him years ago. To not ignore the family. To be present for them always. His face serious but his eyes was so mellow.

Before Mr. Aestus could say anything to her. He noticed a rather pale face of Shaira. Like she had seen some kind of ghost.

When he replied her. He heard a small sigh as Shaira opened the door. The scene could not be more terrifying. Shaira was standing there with golf stick. A sick smell all over the entryway with a blood stained paper.

Mr. Aestus didn't take a second as he catch Shaira when her knees buckled down. She was traumatized.

"What is this?"