Discover Soulmate: Taisla's Wrath (On Hold)

Time is Up

Third Person

"Nice to finally meet you, Imogen," Lorenzo smiled, caressing her soft skin.

Inhaling her vanilla perfume, the lust over her blood grew over his conscious. Lorenzo couldn't think straight until Imogen was proven to be the missing piece. If she wasn't off-limits already, Lorenzo wouldn't mind seeing her nude.

Still, he honored the soulmate bond.

"How did you find her?" Lucas fumed, his mind swirling.

Her time was limited—he knew that. That's why he broke up with her to save her from this doom. But Lorenzo had the upper hand and somehow captured Imogen. Where was Drew? Where was Robert? Rebel? Maybe he should've given Drew a clue, but it was too late. She's cornered.

She was bound to be treated like an animal at a zoo-- always trapped and experiment on.

"It was pretty easy-- Well, at least for Emma. Someone made sure to keep her hidden from my radar but for Emma.... she was left right open," Lorenzo explained, his eyes glimmering.

"Sir, I don't mean to intrude but the other piece has arrived," Cohutta bowed, informing his master.

"Perfect," Lorenzo rubbed his hands.

Cohutta disappeared into the darkness, and Lorenzo grabbed Imogen, began unraveling the ropes keeping her still. Once untied, she rubbed her arms which were bruised from the ropes. Too afraid to move, Imogen stayed near Lorenzo though nothing could rip her gaze from her boyfriend-- ex-boyfriend.

There were still so many unresolved feelings left between them neither of them knew how to react. Cohutta returned, obeying Lorenzo's instructions which were separating Lucas and Imogen. Cohutta locked Lucas in another room bonding it with a spell so his superstrength couldn't breakthrough.

The door opened, Imogen craned her neck, and her mouth agape.

"Frankie, get out of here!" Imogen yelled, her expression tensed.

Frankie furrowed her brows and felt a chill go down her spine when two pairs of hands groped her shoulders. Slowly, she turned back, her pulse banging through her ears.

"Ah, I was wondering when you'd show up," Lorenzo breathed in her ear. "Now, we can start."

Frankie shuddered.

"I'm sure my nephew has informed you guys of my little plan but I'll explain just in case. For the past year, I've been attempting to create my own loyal cult of witches. Finally--Nope. Hopefully, I found the missing piece-- Imogen's blood." His eyes light up when looking at Imogen.

"I'm going to make this simple. Every time I attempt to convert a witch they die. It's quite horrible, actually. I need you, Frankie to find the spell that uses Imogen's blood and become the first one."

"You're crazy! I'm letting you touch me and turn Frankie!" Imogen yelled.

"It's funny because you don't have a choice. With one call," Lorenzo held up his phone, "I can have both Robert and Rebel brutally murdered. So, I'll choose the smarter option."

Frankie's heart hammered and her brain short-circuiting with anxious thoughts. She didn't want to be a lab rat but risking Rebel's life-- wasn't something she could compromise. Secretly, she loved him with her entire being. If keeping him alive meant she had to be Lorenzo's servant-- she's doing it in a heartbeat.

"It's fine, Imi," Frankie whispered, nodding with a small smile on her lips.

"Go on, then. Go and read through the thousands of grimoires I have waiting for you in the other room. I'll hold on to Imogen for safe-keeping," he smirked, leaning close into her face. She wanted to puke from feeling his hot breath.