Fate and Destiny (The Fated Series, #2)

Chapter 46 - Hiraeth - Mouse Trap

The second the strange woman disappears with Arthur and the others, Visha lets whatever enchantment she put over me go. I couldn't move more than the direction of my eyes. No matter how hard I tried to get their attention and warn them that it wasn't Clarice standing in front of them, my hands wouldn't move, my breathing wouldn't quicken, and my mouth was sealed shut. With it off now, I gulp down the air and fall to my knees, a headache blooming on the sides of my head.

"That fucking whore and her slut ass sisters piss me the fuck off with their, 'we are the chosen ones' bullshit," Visha yells. I look up to find her walking in the pool of blood and kicking the corpses. The hem of her skirt is soaked and splattered with ruby red, and the stench is beginning to make my stomach clench.

"Enjoy your meal," she mimics in a high-pitched voice. "Fuck, I'm hungry!"

She starts lashing out at the corpses with her long nails, splattering blood and organs everywhere. I want to look away at the unhinged violence, but I can't. I have never seen someone so full of hatred and anger, and I've never seen so many dismembered bodies and exposed organs.
Before I can spill my own guts, Arkyn and The Eternal appear back on the dais, both looking like they walked through the fire with soot on their skin and sweat on their brows. They don't look happy, and their expressions deepen as they take in the room.

"Visha," the Eternal says in an all too calm tone. She stands up straight and turns around with blood all over her face and dress. She walks towards him, kicking another corpse as she passes. "Well?"

A low vibration comes from her throat, almost sounding like a growl - but it couldn't be a growl. Or maybe it could be. At this point, I don't put much past these psychos. "Rohana and her cunts are back, and they're more aggravating than ever."

"And you let them all get away?"

"Considering you're just as empty-handed, I'd say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." Dear Gods. I expect him to hit her or – or strangle her or do something for her remark, but he just stands there straight-faced. She takes note of it too and uncrosses her arms. "She was there, wasn't she."

He doesn't answer, but that seems to be answer enough for all of them. Arkyn turns then, finally taking notice of my presence. "What is she doing here?"

"We brought her here, dumbass," Visha seethes. She turns, kicking one of the dead men's heads. The force of her kick has the neck snapping and the head goes flying until it hits a wall, splattering blood just about everywhere. My stomach lurches again.

"I meant what is she still doing here," he growls back with a glare. "The Ginerva come here and save everyone else, but they leave her. Why?"

I wish I knew. The woman – Rohana – looked right at me before she turned around and left, and I wish I could read minds to know what was happening. They all left, and I don't blame them necessarily for doing so, but it still would've been nice to know the thought had been considered.

"Because they forgot someone," The Eternal answers. They all share a look, and that's when I realize why Rohana looked at me.

She couldn't save me because they didn't get Clarice, and I'm the only one who can keep her alive until they can save her. I fumble to get a hold of her heartbeat, but I'm too far away. I don't know where the dungeons are, and my power is too weak to travel further than the Queen's Garden. If she ends up dead because I can't get to her, I'm using whatever strength I have left to kill Visha and Arkyn.

The first thing along with the basics that Siscilla taught me when I became a healer, was how to stop a heart. It's taxing, especially with little power left, but I could care less so long as they suffer.