The Third Eye (#1)

26. Constance

I watch Alexander's form retreat into the dark trees behind us and I breathe a sigh of relief that the idiot actually listened to me for once.

"Why you sneaky little-" Her harsh caustic words trail off as I feel a pair of hands wrap tightly around my neck causing me to gasp out in surprise. My plain eyes lock onto her fuming emerald eyes that flare with such animosity it could start a fire from the intensity. Her eyebrows narrow as she squeezes tighter around my neck causing me to frantically scratch my nails at the side of the cart in an attempt to breathe.

Her bright hair falls forward in front of her face as she mutters, "I won't let you do as you please Constance Cynric."

My eyes widening immediately at her words as she calls over the side of the cart to her partners below,

"Neo, go after the blonde kid in the woods now!"

From below, I hear the groggy, unamused voice of a teenage boy, "Seriously, why me man? Can't you send Dom after him?"

Constance Cynric.

Her words replay over in my head, How...

How does she know who I am?

"NEO!" Her voice is sharp and unforgiving, "I swear to God I'll murder you in your sleep if you don't leave right now."

Bloody hell, talk about aggressive.

Unbelievable some people act like that.

"The idea of you sneaking in my room late at night is lewd and erotic." He remarks, and before Scarlet can reply to his perverted comment, I see him wave his hand up to her as he slowly jogs away, "But yeah I get your point, your highness, my bad I'm going."

"Faster than that you imbecile!" She yells at the disappearing male letting out an aggravated groan of disapprovement.

I suppose we both have our own idiots we have to keep in check.

Unfortunately, for you, you just made a grave mistake.

Distracted from her conversation with the boy named Neo her grip around my neck loosened giving me room to breathe once more and provide a counter attack. I swiftly slam my head into hers causing her to stumble back in immediate pain from the blow.

"Gah you bit-"

I don't give her the time to finish her sentence as I go to swing with my right fist, however the clicking noise that emits from my wrist incredulously slows down my momentum.

No.. I can't punch her with this hand.

I'll break my wrist for sure.

From my slow reaction she is able to recover from my previous attack and block my attack with her arm, pushing my arm away as if she was simply swatting away a fly.

I fucked up, I think as she takes advantage of vulnerable state by sending her right fist soaring directly into the center of my face. Soreness spreads quickly throughout my entire face as I feel the cold and wet sensation of blood fall from my nose and begin to coat my lips. The taste of copper beginning to fill my mouth as she scoffs with clear annoyance.

"What sort of pathetic punch was that? Am I not good enough for you to go all out on? Or are you still underestimating your enemy." I hadn't had time to notice it before, but as she spoke she held a slight southern accent that seemed to intensify based on her anger.

I don't have time to think here.

As much as I hate this, the only option for me to do is...