Chosen Legacy (Book Five of the Chosen Universe)

Chapter Forty

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter's going to be very heavy on the Eltarians because I need to wrap up some important plot points before we proceed to the last few chapters of this fic. (Yes, we're almost there, and yes, there will be a final sequel after this is done.) If you haven't read any of the Rebel tales, you may be a little confused in places, but as always, I'll do my best to explain what you need to know. Also, the character of Grazziella belongs to Aura MacKenzie.

CHAPTER FORTY
MYA
She was conscious again. Her captors never left her that way for long. She cautiously looked around the room. Jezzeff stood over Carina frowning.

"No matter what I do, I cannot awaken her," he said.

"It's Ling's magic," the Witch said in disgust. "You won't be able to get around his spell, Jezzy-Wezzy. Stop wasting your energy. The girl will not wake until Ling sees fit to wake her."

"Then she is no longer of any use to me," Jezzeff said with a shrug.

He pulled out his sword, and Mya jumped up, ready to slaughter him if he laid so much as a finger on Carina. She was immediately grabbed by Micah and Kiddius.

"Feisty one, isn't she?" Kiddius asked. "It must be that Latina life she's been living in Barcelona."

"I'll show you a feisty Latina," Mya said before stomping on his foot like she was dancing the flamenco. He cursed and jumped away from her. Micah was too busy laughing to keep a good grip on her. She made it halfway to Carina before three more Guild members grabbed her. She struggled against them, and she nearly succeeded in escaping, but then Jezzeff cleared his throat.

Softly, Jezzeff said, "Azzian, kindly stop her."

Azzian fired a shot from wherever he was lurking. It hit Mya in her right calf muscle. She cursed as the shock of the bullet made her lose her balance and hit the ground. Mya immediately attempted to get back on her feet. At least a dozen people surrounded her, restraining her.

"Your spirit is admirable, Mya," Jezzeff said. "I can see why Bartello keeps you around." He put his sword down and pulled out a needle.

"What is that?" Mya demanded.

"A poison that shall slowly shut my dear Cazza's system down until she perishes. There is no known cure. She's far too pretty to get all bloody. This is better." He laughed. "And it will make Bartello think he still has a chance of saving her."

"Stay away from her, bastardo!" Mya shouted.

"Now, now... There's no need for name calling," Jezzeff said in a mocking tone. "Can't we keep this civilized?"

"Vete al diablo, pendejo," she replied.

Micah laughed again. "What did she say?" Jezzeff demanded.

"She basically told you to go to hell and called you an asshole," Micah replied.

"You speak Spanish?" Mya asked.

"My Chapter was based in New Jersey. There are Spanish speakers everywhere in New Jersey and New York, so yes, I do," Micah replied.

Mya filed that information away for later. She needed to know her enemy, after all. That sort of detail might prove to be important eventually.

Jezzeff nodded. "I see. Well, Mya, I won't be going to Hell, but I'm about to send Cazza there."

Mya struggled against the many Guild members restraining her, but especially with a bullet in her leg, she couldn't break free from them. She screamed as Jezzeff injected the poison into Carina's foot.