The Ghost Heiress (On Hold)

Chapter 19. Bitter enemy

North's POV:

We watched in horror as Sang's face became pale and her lips a bluish color before she fainted.

Doc and I ran immediately to her side and I took her in my arms, "Go ahead! I will carry her!" I shouted at him and he ran for the infirmary.

Once I entered the room I deposited my precious burden into one of the cots. She was barely alive, her breathing labored through a swollen throat.

Doc came running with a syringe and I forced myself to step back to give him space to do his work.

He injected the antidote into Sang and a couple of minutes later her breathing improved, after fifteen minutes her color was back but she remained asleep.

"Will she be okay now, Doc?" I asked him, controlling myself.

"Yes, North. I expect she will awake in a couple of hours. The poison was strong and took a lot out of her but we applied the antidote quickly and she should be better once she wake up; maybe with some nausea and a little weakness for a few days."

The fury burned through me, but I was silent in my rage. I nodded my head at him and left the infirmary knowing that my brothers would stay glued to her side while I was away.

Walking down the hall silently, I kept to the shadows as I stepped into the kitchen and glanced around taking note of all the workers and their expressions.

Amid these servants was a murderer and he or she would pay for their betrayal.

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Sean's POV:

"I am going to fucking kill that ass-face, shit-eating-betrayer, goddamned motherfucker!" Gabriel swore vehemently and even I had to agree with him.

Whoever had betrayed our mistress was going to pay.

Sang was stable and Kota and Victor were sitting at either side of her cot. Gabriel was pacing from one side of the room to the next, hands fisted, body shaking face red as he swore up the walls.

I knew he was truly terrified, as were all of us. We'd almost lost her.

Owen was standing by the window, his back ran-rod straight turned to us but I could see his hands were fisted to the point where his finger' joints turned white.

"There is something I'd like to discuss with you boys." He began to say, his back still turned to us. "I was going to wait until the others came back, but I think now is the best moment."

We all looked over at him, I already knew where he was going with this.

"I have been noticing these past few weeks how some of you behave around Sorenson-sama. I need to know how each of you feels about her." he finally turned to face us, his face inscrutable, gray eyes demanding an answer.

Kota was the first one to answer, "I love her." he said simply.

"So do I," said Victor. "I am sorry, but I can't help but love her. There is no protecting myself from this feeling."

"You don't need to apologize, Victor. Never apologize for your feelings; they are the most sincere part of yourself." I told him before I answered Owen's question even though he already knew the answer, "I love her too."

"Fuck!" Gabriel swore, "Great, just great. You all love her. Now I know there is no way she will ever look at me as anything other than a friend." He sounded defeated and I frowned at him.

I hated that Gabriel couldn't see himself the way we saw him or even the way Sang saw him. Because she looked at the punk boy with eyes filled with caring and admiration.