Primous Rising [Book 1 of The Unravelling series]

5. Althya

Anderson mansion

"Relax. I'm sure she's fine," the man assured her and reclined into his plush armchair. He ran his index and middle fingers, starting from above his upper lip down to his chin, following the trail of his extended goatee.

Althya paced the study room. Her shoes clicking on the wooden floor, similar to the ticking of a clock. She peeked at the orb placed on the middle of the mahogany desk, dark fog swirling inside of it. Her mind turning like the mechanical engines of the clock, going through every route to ensure she hasn't missed anything. Her perfectly curled caramel coloured hair bounced with each step.

"Thya, I'm certain Cel's well," he repeated himself sternly and straightened in his seat and undid the first button of his arctic blue shirt.

Althya halted, spun and faced him, looked at him dead in the eye. "How can you be so confident?" she demanded, placing her hands on her hips. The lavender coloured dress hugged her slender figure, reaching slightly above her ankles. The golden bracelets twirled up from her wrists reaching the middle of her forearms, glinted under the light with each movement.

"For starters, no supernatural possesses the power to kill her. Plus, I have this sense that she's safe." He replied with a satisfied smile.

"This is the actual world, Oberon! I cannot sit back and not worry for my missing daughter because her father feels she is secure," she fumed, glaring at her husband.

At times, Althya found it to be exceptionally challenging to ignore Oberon's know-it-all attitude. This instance was one of those times.

His smile grew, irritating her further. "Thya darling, it's called logic. As mighty as our child is, she's untrained. Therefore, not capable of breaking into the magical wards of the royal dungeons. And let's face it, she will not go anywhere without that human boy and he's there. Correction, was there. There's too much magic circulating this whole fleeing plan, which ought to mean someone other than Elliot is with our Celest. Only one person hates the royals enough and has the dare to oppose them. Also, would definitely help her, even for pissing off Lyonaurd. Our brave Lord Nikolus," he explained with a wicked grin.

Althya rolled her eyes and walked to the desk, inspecting the extramundane orb. Hoping to catch a trace of disturbance in the flow of magic. A surge of energy that might belong to Celestiana.

"It's a theory," she spoke after a lengthy silence. She drew her gaze away from the shadowy mist and met Oberon's dark blue eyes. "Let's assume it is right. I should've been able to track them, but there is no vestige or essence of power. A powerful individual must be shielding them against my powers, or possibly any sort of tracking spell. Your courageous Lord Nik is a vampire, not a witch. And vampires cannot cast spells," she pointed out and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Not to mention, how did he dare defy the royals?