Chapter 438: Chapter 438

"Where did you send her?" Murray demanded.

One of the guards sneered but said nothing, slamming the heavy iron door shut with a resounding clang. He was unsure where Shelby had been taken to, as his guards had walked him in a different direction. As. A prisoner, he didn’t have any say, and without his power, he was a sitting lamb, waiting to be slaughtered.

A dim crude torchlight flickered in the damp corridor, casting long, jagged shadows across the stone walls. Surprisingly, Murray was not perturbed by the place itself; his mind was all on his mistress, and he knew that he could get them out of the predicament.

’Who the hell is targeting the Mistress, and why does this power loss issue keep happening?!’

Murray had a hunch but did not dare make assumptions. All his memory resources needed to be used to get his duty done. He knew that Ian would skin him alive, in its literal sense, if anything happened to his wife. In short, he was worried.

Despite this, Murray had a little assurance in his heart because he had noted something about the guards; unlike how they had treated him, Shelby had received something different. They had treated her with some sort of wary restraint, as if she were something fragile or unpredictable. It was also like a reverence and worship of a sort. Murray was not too sure.

In stark contrast, they handled him like a mere prisoner, a nuisance. His wrists throbbed where they had gripped him too tightly, but he barely noticed.... And frankly, Murray appreciated the fact that they did this to him and not her. He cussed. Knowing full well that if he had his power, neither of them would have a chance with him.

This did not remove the fact and the issue that they had been presented. Murray knew that he had to do something and fast before that crazy prince went through with his words, not that it would work, but Murray did not want to risk it. Besides, he had started feeling guilty and disappointed in himself. As a shadow guard, he had failed his task miserably.

He heaved himself off the freezing ground, where he had been shoved, his rage burning hotter than any fire. Murray took a step forward, glaring at the figures just beyond the bars. His voice, low and seething, cut through the dimly lit chamber.

One of the guards chuckled, a slow, mocking sound, before turning away. The others followed suit, their armored boots echoing against the stone as they disappeared down the corridor.

Murray’s fists clenched, and his breathing ragged.

’Huh! They think they can ignore me? Hahaha.... What an irony! They think that they can simply throw me in here like some discarded scrap and pretend that I don’t exist?’ Murray scorned internally, his hands gripping the cold bars, while he gritted his teeth.

’They have no idea what they had just invited into their midst.... I-’

Meanwhile, a small voice at the back of his mind teased, ’They can, and they just did!’

"What exactly can you do from here, with no power?" A calm voice asked from the innards of the cell, causing Murray’s thoughts to pause.

He turned, scanning the cell. Even though his heart skipped a beat because being in the human world for such a long time had made him forget that most of the elite Faes could also read minds like he and his brother.

This other person had also been treated with some respect. They had ’ushered’ him into the cell. As the main record-keeper, no matter his crime, Brian still got that level of respect from the rest of the populace.

’Fuck!’ Murray cursed on the inside and the same person chuckled.

Murray pretended like he had not seen the person there with him. He shivered, as the cell was cold and damp.

’Is it where they have sent her Highness?’ Murray wondered.

’No, it can’t be right?’ His internal dialogue continued as another sickening thought slithered into his mind.

’Oh no! Has she been treated worse? Where exactly is she?’ Murray’s nails dug into his palms. ’If they hurt her... if they had even dared... they would regret it.’

"THEY WOULD ALL REGRET IT." He whispered to himself, his heart swelling in anger.

"You know?" Brian interrupted Murray again,

"I can help you.... but..."

Murray finally snapped to the man who had been ushered into the cell with him. Murray was painfully aware of the difference in how they had been handled, coming to the cells. This piqued his curiosity about the individual, and through their conversation, Murray developed a notion, though he found it absurd that someone sharing his predicament believed they could offer assistance him.

A phrase he had heard earlier came to mind, and he chuckled dryly. ’How could two blind men search for anything?’

"Yh, how could two people in the same distressed situation turn it around?"

Murray snorted, crossed his legs in a seated yoga pose and closed his eyes, totally ignoring this Brain person.

Murray tried hard to think of anything that could help, but nothing came to mind, making him more frustrated with each passing second.

"I can understand your sentiments and wariness... after all, I am a Fae too... and I understand the way we think."

’Yh, tell me about that!’ Murray mused but continued to ignore the person.

"I knew your parents... bless their hearts,"

Murray opened his eyes and frowned, making Brian smile at the attention. His eyes betrayed him, though, as Murray’s eyes shot at him.

"They were good warriors...."

Brian continued, "Now that I have your attention, I can help you... but I want something in return..."

Murray closed his eyes again, ’What did I expect?’ He bemused.

"Hey! Why are young men so impatient nowadays? I just..."

"You should think more about yourself, old man. You can barely stand straight, as if the wind would blow you away!"

Murray harrumphed, getting annoyed. His description was also so accurate, even though he did not need to say such words.

Brain closed his eyes and rubbed his brows, feeling tired at the stubborn Fae in front of him,

"I just want to know if she is really bonded through that oath."

That surprised Murray so much that he asked,

Murray clamped his mouth shut soon after though, belatedly realizing his mistake. He had silently vowed not to talk to this Fae, or any of the others, so why did he? However, he was confused. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the old Fae, thinking that there was something amiss.

’Is this a trick? Am I missing something?’ He asked himself

"Alright, how about this? ... "

The unrelenting Brain continued, "I can help you purge whatever the witch did to you so that you can use your inner link again. ... Your power will be a different thing though, but we ca-"

Murray asked and then jumped to his feet, his vigilance, heightening...

"I would never do anything to you, Murray ...."

"How the hell did you know my name?"

"I told, you that I knew your parents.... If you don’t trust me, then, at least, trust them...." Brain said, looking at the boy who was all grown ...

Brain sighed, took out a white tablet from his pocket. The medicinal scent filled the cell as soon as it was out. He divided it into two, took one as if to reassure Murray that it was okay to take, and then threw the other one to him.

Murray caught it instinctively, scrutinized it and then pooped it into his mouth. He was even surprised at himself for doing that, but it may have been the fact that his parents were mentioned.

Murray asked as he chewed on the tasteless tablet, wondering what it was supposed to do because he had expected instantaneous results. He brought out a vial and chunked its contents down his throat.

Brian’s eyes widened,

"You’ve got some of the good stuff!" Brian couldn’t help but move closer to Murray while licking his lips with glee....

"Let me guess... that girl is bonded to Roman’s son right?"

The question was so random and out of the blue that Murray slowly brought the empty vial down and frowned. A shadow of something dark flickered in his gaze. He lowered his head and remained still ... too still, his head bowed as if lost in thought, but in the span of a breath, that stillness shattered.

With a sudden burst of movement, Murray surged up from the ground. The air barely stirred, his speed unnatural, near inhuman. It was as if he had gathered the remaining strength. One moment, he was seated in the filth of the dungeon floor; the next, he was upon the older Fae like a loose cannon in a storm.

Brain man never saw him coming.

A sharp gasp escaped his lips, his frail body lurching back, but it was too late. Murray’s hand shot out, fingers closing around his throat in an unrelenting grip. The impact sent him crashing against the cold stone wall, his head striking it with a dull thud.

A choked wheeze. His bony hands scrabbled at the iron vise around his neck, nails clawing desperately, legs kicking uselessly against the ground. Panic widened his bloodshot eyes as he tapped frantically against the arm that held him, a silent plea for breath.

But Murray did not yield.

His grip tightened, his expression unreadable. There was no hesitation, no mercy, only the quiet fury of a man pushed beyond reason.

"You think you can toy with me?" No matter how much Brain clawed at Murray, his grip did not falter. Many scenarios rushed through Murray as he tried hard to think as well as hide his thoughts from this Fae. He couldn’t help but wonder if this man was part of their problem.

"Who the fuck are you!?"

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