Chapter 19: Chapter 19

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The woman glares at the man on the other side of the bars. To her it feels like he is in bars, not them.

Samuel holds her hands as she tries to hit them again.

She turns to him and he shakes his heads weakly, “Please don’t. You’ll hurt yourself.”

The sound of two blades clashing turns her attention back to the man, Zephyr.

“You know that is laced with both silver and iron. You are going to hurt yourself, cupcake.”

She drags herself over to Samuel and places his head on her laps as he winces.

“And who made them, who put us in here!”

Zephyr ignores her, not that much, “I sure hope your children won’t inherit your trait of asking too much question.”

Irish doesn’t have the strength to glare again, the iron is slowly draining her to her last strength.

Just being in the room filled with iron drains her.

“You won’t be able to touch them.”

Zephyr shrugs, “I don’t intend to. The spell you made is very powerful. A blood spell cloaking all the werewolf packs in the country, so that I nor my minions can walk in to them without turning in to ashes.”

His narrowed eyes focus on Samuel as he winces, holding his ribs.

The poison in his system is slowly eating him away.

“Frankly, you tried your best but it was awful. I’m so glad that the spell wasn’t extended to the whole world,” Zephyr laughs as he drops down the blade and walks in to their view, “You didn’t think of when they will leave the pack, which will surely happen. I just have to wait, cupcake. I am very good at it.”

“You bastard!”

He holds the bars in his hands. It burns him, after all, he is a fey.

“I am a bastard, a bastard who is going to make your kids lives living hells,” He smirks.

“You won’t touch them!” Samuel raises his head but places it back on Irish’s laps when pain flows through his body.

Irish holds down his head as he hisses and looks up at Zephyr, “Why are you doing this?”

“You know why,” Zephyr shrugs like he is stating the obvious, “You left me.”

“You’re a psychopath with a stupid brain.”

“I think you are running out of things to say to me.”

Samuel hisses again, holding tightly to Irish’s hands.

She looks down at him then back to Zephyr, “Would you help him, please.”

“Would you do that if were me?” His eyes flicks between them, “I won’t do that and I am me.”

“Please, I will do anything,” Her eyes searches his in anxiety, “He’s dying, please.”

Zephyr groans as he stares at the male in her laps, “No, can’t do, cupcake. It will be fun to watch him die.”

Her eyes darken, “Watch him die? Seriously, stop acting like a coward and let us out.”

“That won’t happen, love. You made your choice and now I’ll make mine,” He winks at her as he lets go of the bars, shifting back.

He turns to his table and picks up the two bladed on it, with his face scrunching in focus.

“You know, I have something to show you,” The glint in his eyes intensifies as he turns to the two, Irish and Samuel, “I’m sure that you’re going to like it. It’s something that I pick up.”

“We don’t need anything from you.”

“Oh, you’re not going to take anything. I’m the one who actually took something from you,” He frowns and drops the blades down on the table as he motions to one of his creatures.

They swoosh out of the place with speed.

Irish didn’t see them there before, she thought that it was the darkness, after all. The place is dark.

“In a way, the thing I took isn’t from you.”

“What are you talking about, brute.”

Zephyr rolls his eyes, “Again with the insults, Irish. They are getting old.”

The creature stands behind Zephyr as he turns, it places a blanket in his hands and rushes away without a sound.

“What’s that?”

Irish’s eyes the item in his hands as he walks closer without uttering a word.

A cry erupts from the blanket and the couples eyes widen, Zephyr can only bite back his smirk as he tilts the blanket to their view.

“My baby!”

Irish rushes to him but before she could try to touch the bars, Samuel holds her back.

It doesn’t matter though, Zephyr has moved the little girl away from her mother as she pleads.

“How did you get her, tell me!”

The show Irish puts on really excites Zephyr. Her anxiety, her fears is all he needs to go through with his plans.

Samuel can’t hold on to her any longer, she frees herself from his grip and holds on to the bars, her tears stained cheeks placed on them.

She doesn’t care about the energy leaving her body with speed, all she cares about is her little girl crying out to her, her little Asteria.

“Sorry, I can’t do that. My plans needs their assistance, especially hers.”

“What are you talking about? Your plan only involves us, not our children,” Irish argues.

She will do anything to get her little one away from the psychopath of a fey.

Zephyr begins to coo at the baby as he pats her. The little cries coming from her beginning to excite his creatures, his nightlings.

“The path of vengeance is a very easy road for me to go through,” He winks, his eyes trailing to Samuel who barely keep his eyes open.

“Don’t worry, I did a little separation spell. Your daughter is safe, only without her fey side and perhaps a new name.”

Irish tries as much as she can to set him on fire with her intense glare but her magic is fading, very quickly.

“Minerva is safe too. I rather save her for late. I must deal with Asteria or may I call her Lynn,” He smiles cockily, “Asteria is a bit of a mouthful.”

“How did you get close to them,” Samuel hisses and Irish rushes over to him.

Zephyr keeps an innocent face, “I just had to get a hold of the alpha and do a few things, you know… touches,” And he adds.

“I actually want them to survive as much as you do.”

“You won’t touch them again.”

The look on Irish’s face makes him laugh, “You will be dead before you can stop me. Enough chit chat. Let me introduce you to my daughter.”

The nightlings in the place makes strange noises from their throats as Zephyr raises his hands up in the air, the baby in his hands.

His face fills with glee and weird happiness as he looks down at them, “She will be the one that will end the lineage of your blood, she will kill your children and think their blood. Her name is Davina.”

The place is then crowded by the loud noises made by the nightlings as they hale the baby.

“She is my daughter,” Zephyr smirks.