Dayla

Chapter 12

-Dayla

I'm being put into a wheel chair in the same ugly, white dress which does little to hide the bruises on my feet. My knees are weak and tremble against the seat of the wheelchair. My hands are clasped together with steel handcuffs, ensuring I don't try to run away; I won't. Not after what just happened to me. 

I can still feel it. The little ringing in my ears and the black dots that come and go before my eyes. I know it is a ploy, but I want to believe it whenever I see my old life. 

I feel weightless. Without a persona. My bones shine through my skin. Whatever they've done to me, I can feel my power drain from me. It feels like a part of my body is being clawed out of me. Slowly. Meticulously. Painfully. 

How did I get into this mess?

I'm shaken out of my stupor when I'm wheeled in front of a white door. I look at it, trying to peek inside, but to no avail. It's slammed shut. 

"Sir? The prisoner is here." The nurse knocks on the door softly before turning to me and whispering, "No bad behaviour. Do everything he tells you to do." 

I look at her retreating form in alarm and almost call out to her before I notice that the door is slightly ajar. I get up with difficulty to open it and peek. The scent of the forest hits me immediately, and I know this person has been to the world above the chaos pack. 

"Ah, you're here! Please, Dayla. Take a seat." I notice a man I've never seen before. He's beautiful, with dark blond hair and the most distinctive cerulean eyes I've seen. He's young too, a bit older than me, though. He's taller than me, and dressed in an expensive suit. Something about him radiates power. 

"Who are you?" I ask him, staggering to remain in my standing position. He gets up from his seat behind the table and takes a hold of my arm and forcefully pushes me into the seat in front of him. I haven't been fed, and so I buckle under his hold, screeching like a bird before I'm dropped onto the seat. 

"Stop dramatising this." He rolls his eyes before continuing, "I'm your ticket out here, sweetie. You listen to me, and you get out of here in less than a week."

I narrow my eyes at him. 

"So you were the guy who made the deal with Seth?" I question him. 

"Aye, you're a smart one. Funny man, your mate. Don't really think he wanted to make this deal, but I'm a negotiator. He had no choice but to take it." He laughs and plays with his hands. 

"What's this whole deal about?" I quiz him, and almost growl at him. I'm not here to make friends. It is just a formality that I'm not tearing out this man's lungs right now. 

"Calm down. It's not so serious. You stay here, till Seth is done with pillaging your pack. After that, you're free. Few more things, now shut up." My heart stops at that. Does this mean that Seth is, in fact, 'done' with my pack? Mates or not, my first duty was to my pack. Nobody and nothing else. 

Looking at the expression on my face, the man chuckles lowly. He seems dangerous. In all my years, I have never heard of an external deal maker- one that had enough power to take down an alpha.

"None of that, sweet. I fear he has too much to do. No, he must first make it through the thick jungles of the Memory Pack with the rest of his pack, and keep his sanity with himself in doing so. Then comes the Magic Pack, whose defences only Seth can break. Do you see him leading his army through this?" He shakes his head. 

"So... Why am I here?" I ask him. I'm confident that I'm getting out of here soon, I just have to find out what this man wants in return. 

"Ever since you have been in this dump, business has tripled. But I have to say, this one buyer asked for something which has been lost since such a long time. I had to charge so much, that I thought he would disagree. Skip the pleasantries, and here you are. You will get your freedom, Dayla. You will get it very soon. You just have to one tiny little thing for me. In your treasury, sits a small diamond. Very shiny, deep, secretive, you get the gist. You need to give it to me." He finishes. I sit there, confused as to why he wants an insignificant diamond in return for me. 

"You want a diamond. A diamond." I reaffirm, not believing my luck. He nods, satisfied. 

"Okay," I say hesitatingly and continue, "But I want some more information." 

"Woman- okay, talk." 

"You said there was more to the deal? What more?" I ask him. It was important for me to know. I needed to know this so that I could know if there was anything I could hope for, anything I could salvage. 

"Well, I was to get you out of the girl's house in Chaos Pack, which I did a mighty fine job of, by the way. Then you had to be taken to my house, where you would have been held captive for two to three days and then mysteriously, you would find yourself in a cave in the Earth Pack. After you fell through the Earth, I was supposed to catch you." He rambles on. But I've caught the little twitch of his eye and the nervous little flick he gives his hand when he stops. 

"What went wrong?" I ask him. 

"Well, you're here. And they hurt you. Under no circumstances were you to get hurt in any which way. That was the base of the deal. Seth is not a man I would make an enemy of. Very intimidating, of course. 'Make sure she's taken into your custody only.' Bloody hell! It was only for one day that you were kept here! He can't have my head for that." He rambled on and then stopped, looking at my vulnerable expression. 

"He does care about you." He said kindly, "But sometimes the situation takes over the mind and the heart. And then you know what happens." He stopped, a reminiscent look on his face. 

"You never told me your name." I asked him softly.  His gaze snapped over to my face. 

"I have many names. None are too pure for anyone. But I suppose, for formalities' sake, you can call me Cillian." 

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