lock your heart

Chapter three

When the engine stopped I felt the knot in my stomach growing and my heart making its way up to the throat.

I was always watched, every step I managed to take and every breath I took was all a privilege they gave me. "You should feel blessed" they said but it is really something I should be feeling blessed about?

Sometimes I can't help but question everything when the stares become too much for me to handle. Sometimes the treatment I receive gets to me, and in those moments all I want to do is make it stop.

What I know for sure is that words and glares are the highest quality weapons and they are at the top of the worst things someone can experience. They both settle right in one's heart and they will not leave. They will stay imprinted there for a lifetime.

The intensity of a stare you receive can give you goosebumps and the words will cut you deeper and deeper, over and over in your soul and mind without letting the wounds to heal. It only takes a couple seconds to get them, but they remain in our souls, and we take them in the grave with us.

A big gray house was in front of us. I'm surprised the houses of Manyeo look rather European. In front of the house is a small yard with a path made from cobblestone which is connecting the house to the street. The door is made from dark maroon wood and in front of it has a couple stairs. The walls of the house have a couple cracks and the gray is faded.

"It's the coven's house." Dakho opens the door for us to enter. "You'll be staying here." I nod and I lean more on Zagan. The flight and the encounter I had with the wolf drained my energy.

We ended up in a spacious living room with a massive black table on the right, a few couches on the left and shelves with books all around the room. Beside the couches is another entrance for a room without a door. The rooms are not being separated by anything so I can see that room is also filled with books.

A big dark red book catches my eyes. We have the same book in our library. They forced us, all the young witches to learn it by heart. The book contains all the important events in our history. They thought that if we know what happened in the past we can avoid the similar situation in the future.

But, that's not how it works.

"Welcome." A woman in her forties stands up from the table. She was seating along with other three men and a woman. Stacks of books are occupying the whole table and other ones are laying open around the floor.

I assumed they are doing researches at how the room looks like. The matter must be very important.

The woman is walking towards us, and the rest of them have theirs eyes locked on the books flipping pages after pages, not sparing us a single glance. They seem in a rush to find something.

"I'm Mrs. Kan and I'm glad you're finally here." She stops in front of us and looks at Zagan smiling. "How was the journey?"

She was wearing a professional attire. A knee length dark blue skirt, a white button up shirt, and matching white stiletto heels. Her black hair was tied up in a ponytail and her posture screamed respect.

"I'm Zagan Axton." He takes a step forward shaking her hand. I manage to stay still maintaining my composure. She's from the Kan family. She's a royal.

I can't help, but fill uneasy about the whole situation. All of them are smiling, showing respect to Zagan, but they can change completely when it comes to me, after they find out who I am.

"She is Isla Quentin." He gesture towards me and the woman looks at me for the first time since I entered the room. She analyzes me from head to toes and furrows her eyebrows. The kind and respectful smile she had on second ago disappeared.