Sorry

twenty eight

abia kamin

Rowan pulled me away before I could even say goodbye to my sister. I held onto his arm, praying that he knew where he was going. It was completely dark and I couldn't see and the whispers were coming back and buzzing in my ear to the point where it hurt and I was stopped in my tracks.

"Rowan, I...I can't," I let go of him to cover my ears. It was nauseating loud, making my entire body buzz.

"Hey, hey. You're okay. The tunnels aren't made for witches but you have to just channel it out." Everything felt like it went on pause when his hands took hold of my head. His touch was gentle, placing a kiss on my forehead while my breaths steadied out. "I can hear him. He doesn't sound good, so we need to go," he kissed my cheek then removed his hands from my face to hold my hand.

The voices had mellowed out and I was now focused on the light under a door that seemed distant. Rowan picked me up, running to the end where we were now directly in front of the door. There was a small hole inside that allowed me to see inside where there was a scream. Mateo. The room had a hole in the ceiling where there was direct sunlight. His skin slowly blistered and turned red. He fell to his knees, no longer being able to support his weight. But two men held us arms to prevent him from fully falling.

Without a second thought, I forced my hands onto the door to break the steel down. "Let go of him!" I screamed, the tunnel walls beginning to shake and crumble. They kept their hands steady while their faces revealed their fear. I stepped forward, projecting my arms outward. Their bodies flew against the walls, creating indents before they slammed to the ground. I wasn't finished.

I wanted to make them suffer and inflict the same pain and more that they put on Mateo. But his skin was burning and it would only be seconds before he lit in flames.

Grabbing his arms, I used all my strength to pull Mateo out from the room where it was now dark.

My blood ran hot. I went back into the room where the two men struggled onto their feet. I brought my arms up while my hands clenched into fists. Their bodies rose from the ground, dangling in the air as they struggled to breath. Magic flooded me like never before and the whispers that once burdened me now strengthened me.

"I will make you suffer. I will make you regret ever laying your hands on him and I will enjoy doing it!" My voice was projected into walls, shooting at them like gunshots.

"Abia, stop," Mateo's voice was quiet but clung onto me. "You can't."

"Why not? They deserve it! They almost killed you and they've been killing innocent people. I would be providing them with a far more merciful death than what they would've given you."

"You'll trigger your werewolf curse," he reminded me. I bit the insides of my cheeks, my eyes narrowing on the men that I continued to levitate.

My father explained it to me. If I kill someone, I trigger the curse. I'll be forced to turn into a werewolf every full moon for the rest of my life.

I groaned, flinging my arms in the direction of the door. The men flew outside, grunting as they hit the ground.

"There. One for each of you," I marched out of the room, standing further away from them. Outside the room was dark and if I could see, I would've kept walking. Instead, I was forced to stay and listen to them feed and drink the men's blood. That and the sound of those agonizing whispers. I shut my eyes, hugging my middle.

Keeping them alive wasn't an option. They would only reported back and inform everyone that I saved Mateo. The math wouldn't be hard. They would piece together that the baby is either Mateo's or Rowan's. We might be able to escape and live in hiding. But anyone with the Ardon last name would be killed.