Claws of Eternity ✔️

Chapter 24: Cards on the table

GISELLE

Giselle couldn't take any more of this. Broken down and dead inside, she began crying again, not even knowing how to react. Devan's face went pale as he looked at Giselle and then at Lerra.

"You've put her with Tamara in the cell?!" He approached the throne, his muscles were so tense, Giselle thought he would actually rip Lerra's head off.

"Well, you seemed to think saving this girl was a good idea and I wanted you to see that it is not. We'd be better off getting rid of her." Lerra had a satisfied smile on her lips.

"You are insane, aren't you? She's a new vampire, any new vampire wouldn't know how to handle this!" He was angry, but Giselle was surprised to see he was madder at Lerra than her. Also, he wasn't sad, which made Giselle suspicious. Finally, he looked at her.

"I fed her vampire blood before this entire thing, if someone managed to reach her. You didn't kill her, you turned her into a vampire." He said, his eyes were cold, but he wouldn't reach for Giselle's head anytime soon. Such huge weight fell off her chest, Giselle almost collapsed on the floor, finally able to breathe. But the fact remained, she was able to take a life and walk away.

"Seriously, Devan? You still think this girl shouldn't die?" Lerra seemed disappointed.

"I think she shouldn't die." A voice came from behind Giselle and that black-haired woman approached. Lerra rolled her eyes.

"And why is that, Luciana?" Lerra smiled sweetly. Luciana came to the throne and whispered something to Lerra, Giselle could guess what it was. The whisper was short, but Lerra's face changed, the smile disappeared, a frown taking its place. So, another person knew now that Giselle was a witch and all she could do was wave around with this fact. She took a deep breath and tried to find that bundle of power within her. It was shimmering in her head, like a nudge in the memory, long forgotten. Giselle knew it was there, she just couldn't reach it.

"We need to fetch people from the salt mines, it's time to send a letter to Aksana." Lerra said.

"It's going down, Lerra, we did it." Devan's voice was full of tension, bordering on excitement. Giselle tapped into the bundle within her, her own anger helped her push harder. She felt it slowly, crawling out, begging her to pull at it. Giselle swallowed hard.

"We're one step closer." Lerra smiled.

"You need to tell me what is going on here. Now!" Giselle shouted, the rusty, old wheel within her beginning to turn around, spreading from the depths of her mind, reaching the surface of her body. Perhaps it was something in her voice, but they paid attention to her. Lerra was calm, staring at Giselle.

"Or... what?" She asked.

"You see, I don't know..." Giselle's words were hard on the tongue, dry and sharp. "Because I just found out, that there is a small bundle of power within me, and it is reaching my hands. So if you don't tell me what is going on, this is going to leave my body," she gestured towards her body, "and then it's out of my control."

Lerra shut her mouth as if this had gotten her attention. For a while, the only sound was the blood falling from Lerra's almost bitten off hand. It would heal, Giselle guessed.

Lerra watched her carefully, as if she's weighing options. So long had Lerra stared that Giselle began feeling uncomfortable.

"Lerra..." Devan tried, but she simply dismissed him by raising her hand. Finally, she averted her gaze.

"Someone killed Adam Adamov and they blamed a young wolf, killed him, and the wolves rebelled because they believed the wolf was wrongly accused." She began.