Chapter 37: Chapter 37

I stand beside the open window, staring at the busy city.

“It’s funny how I got out of prison and got in to another in a few hours.”

“Technically, it wasn’t different prison.”

“Yes,” I nod, “But I wasn’t talking to you, Gwendolyn.”

I barely turn my face in her direction to sense her looking away.

“This is not the time for petty games, Minerva. We have to write all the wrongs that female’s madness brought.”

I finally turn to good ole Sebastian, the male that I want to batch into a batch, just like that female.

“I think that she is still bringing about other crisis as long as she is alive but we can end it quickly by killing her sorry excuse of a butt,” I suggest, picking up my glass of wine to take a sip from it.

Apparently, Sebastian thought it was best to have a meeting about everything that has happened since little miss deceiving fey made a lot of problems arise when she was controlling him. I don’t really believe that bullshit though.

“Killing her is the first thing I want to do but we need answers,” His sister concurs.

“Yes, you’re right,” I agree as I drop my now empty wine glass on the table, “I need answers. Staring from how the psycho has your face and clearly how you know her.”

“What we need to do I-” I cut Sebastian off before he can finish his sentence.

Pointing a finger in his direction, I say, you can have your turn later. I will surely come to you, Sebby.” I call out the nickname in sarcasm, at the same time, I twirl my fingers and a little blade appears in my hand.

“And when I do, you are going to regret ever knowing me, I know I do.”

The response to my statement is a grim aura coming off everyone and I ignore it, as I put on my convincing smile and turn to my sister again.

“You said that she is your doppelganger. How is that exactly possible?”

She breathes out in her seat before she says word, “Someone tried to kill me a long time ago. It was Davina’s father- Henry.”

I freeze in confusion, “Wait, wait. You mean the nice and oddly cute Henry who is actually- wait, what?”

“Yes, that’s the one. It turns out that he and our parents were great enemies, so this was his way of getting back at them, which is through us.”

“I don’t fully understand how this relates to Gr- I mean, Davina,” I point out my observations.

“When I was a new born, he split me into two parts of myself that made my powers to hide itself until Finn unlocked it.”

“Who is Finn?”

She sighs when I ask the question.

“Cyprus, I mean Cyprus.”

With how tired she sounds, I hear a snicker from the corner of the court room.”

“Finn, do you have a fin or something?” I giggle only to go face to face in a hard stare down from the ‘Finn”.

“You are exhibiting the habits of a new born fey.”

I cock an eyebrow in utter confusion. We just changed an important topic to a much more important topic- me.

“And what are those habits, exactly,” I tilt my head to the right as I ask the question.”

“Sheer happiness.”

“I am always happy,” I giggle and twirl around, “It would have been more fun with a gown.”

I look down at my jean but he isn’t done yet.

“Denial…”

As he says this, I pause and my smile slowly disappears.

“A little baby don’t speak, at least not in words that I know of.”

“Exactly, that’s what denial means. Asteria had the same habits when she first turned.”

“What?” My sister turns to him in sheer confusion…

“Sheer confusion, add that to the list,” I observe and he nods.

“Already added.”

“Can we talk about that later. We have much more serious issues at hand,” Sebastian’s voice slice through our conversation, making us fall apart- literally and not literally.

“Yes, you’re right,” I turn to him with an uptight smile and he ignores it, more focused on why I actually agreed with him.

“My opinion on the matter is to kill her and drink her blood, gutting her heart out while she still breathes,” I imagine it all in my head, “All in one, I vote for a painful torture. We can take turns if you want. I’ll go first.”

Sebastian is the only one who stares at me like I’ve grown two snakes on my head.

“That would be absurd,” He protests.

I also knew that he would be the first one to disagree with me.

“Minerva is actually correct about somethings in her descriptions,” My sister blinks, trying to find the right words in her way to supporting me, “Torture before death is accepted by me, just a little dilute on the gruesomeness is appreciated.”

I smile at her little cute face furrowing at the thought of that ‘gruesome’ scene.

“As long as I am in charge of her torture, I will be alright.”

“Nobody is going to torture anyone,” Sebastian silence the chatters that is about to brew up, “We need to make reasonable approach to this, a very very much tolerable one too.”

His eyes move to my direction in a brief glance and I narrow my eyes at him for his actions.

“Your pretty words are utterly meaningless,” I walk towards where they all sit, in the big round table, and I bang my palms on it, “See what I did there, I used pretty words too.”

Estella who has been sitting quietly finally speaks, “Minerv-”

I cut her off as politely as possible, “You do know that she can escape at anytime. I see it a lot in the movies’ the prisoner fakes death only to escape in the next few hours.”

“I think Minerva is right. She can escape anytime with an unexpected plan. She probably has one cooking up in her head right now.” My sister says.

I smile at her choice of words, “Cooking up in her head, I like that and thanks for having brains like me.”

“Aww, thanks, M.”

“I’d like to go second for the torture of both her and you…” Greyson says, his eyes locked on Sebastian and I giggle. It slowly turns into a stare down between the two males in seconds.

“You don’t have to worry Greyson,” I say. I would have stepped between them if they were both standing. So far, I am the only one not sitting down, it makes me feel different from them all.

“Everyone has there turns and mine involves him too. I can add you to my list of torturers if you want.”

When I am done talking, Sebastian looks my ways and I stare at him head on. Hurt and confusion swirls in his blue eyes and I scoff silently as I look away.

He should have known that after everything he has done- in control or not- I am not going to let him go free. I will make him hurt too.

I look away before my thought of exploding his head surfaces in real life.

“As much as this all sounds thrilling, I have to agree with Sebastian,” The fey king’s green eyes flick to me as he speaks, “Killing her so sudden will not answer our pending questions, although I must side with Minerva on another part. Torture will be the only other solution if she refuses to talk.”

A smirk forms on my lips, “You mean when she refuses to talk.”

“I am sorry. When she refuses to talk the torture can begin,” He smirks back at me and I giggle knowing exactly what he is doing when I feel Sebastian’s glare on the side of my face.

I try to hold in my laughter as my sister laughs silently and Cyprus winks at me. I don’t think any of this goes unnoticed by Sebastian.

Before anyone can say another word, the door jambs open and Paul walks in, looking as breathless as a fish out of water.

He takes a while to breath in as his eyes scan everyone, excluding me. He notices the attention everyone gives to him but what he doesn’t notice is when I sneak up to him and hug him immediately.

“Paul! I have been wondering where you vanished to.”

I squeeze the life out of him and I feel his confused gaze as he looks down at me. My head is placed on his chest while I ignore whatever feeling is licking at Sebastian’s side of the bond.

“Who are you again?” Paul’s confused voice comes to my hearing and immediately, I pull away, staring at him like he has a double head.

Scowling deeply at him, I smack his arm but recoil with a sudden. I regret it immediately as I hold my stinging hand to my chest.

“Fudging tadpole. What did you wear up there, iron or steel?”

“Definitely iron,” He answers absentmindedly. It’s just like something clicks in his head and he looks at me- like really looks at me.

“Minerva?”

His eyes widen as soon as he recognizes me and I nod in glee.

“How are you now a fey?”

“Why did you put on iron?” I ask instead and he blinks.

Raising up the sleeve of his shirt, I see iron bracelets wrapped on his elbow and above. He pulls them off before my mouth can fully open.

“Tell me that you don’t want to kill me because I won’t hesitate to do the same to you.”

He squirms uncomfortably under my dark stare and he forces out a laugh, pushing the iron into his pocket.

“No, no. Sebastian told me to get these a week ago.”

“A week ago?” I scowl and turn to the Sebastian he speaks of, “Was it you talking or the female down in the cell.”

His silence response gives me the answer that I need. My heart fills with rage and I form a blade out of thin air, ready to kill the bastard but Paul stops me by holding down my shoulders before I can take a step towards Sebastian’s direction.

“Calm down, Minerva. You shouldn’t do what you will regret lat-”

With a rush of the wind, Sebastian is standing beside us, his hand placed on Paul’s hand on my shoulder.

“Get your hands off my mate.”

At his growl, my head snaps to him as his eyes begin to glow in both yellow and blue.

I shrug both their hands off and I glare at Sebastian.

“I am not your mate, Sebastian and I will never be.”

With one last glare, I turn to the others.

“The meeting’s adjourned! I am the one who called a meeting anyways.”

I walk towards Estella who has been sipping on a bottle of wine for a while.

I pull her to her feet and drag her out while the others watch me, “Come on, Estella. I can’t stand to see his face any longer.”

I open the door and when we have passed through, I bang it shut with my magic.

Irrespective of that, I don’t stop my movements which involves dragging Estella by the arm as I walk.

She gets confused and annoyed in seconds, then she retorts to pulling her arm away forcefully.

I turn back in time just to see her rubbing her wrist.

“What is up with you now. Did you take in too much wine or something?”

I don’t understand her question and I blink at her. She notices my blinking and tries to say something else.

Are we leaving this place or not?”

“What?” I exclaim, “Why would I want to leave here now.”

“Minerva,” She holds down my shoulder as Paul did before, “You hate this place and literally came to beg me for help to escape from here and now you want to stay.”

I roll my eyes, “I want to stay for major reasons, Estella. I want to beat Sebastian’s ass and also torture that swine in the cell.”

We start walking again when she finally understands.

“You know that when she becomes conscious she can escape,” Estella points out, “How sure are you that she hasn’t already done that.”

I open the door to my room and finally breathe in, comfortably. She follows me in and locks the door behind her.

“My sister and I placed a very complex spell on her, after she was put into the cell. Before she can remove herself from that spell, she has to be broken mentally and then fixed back.”

I giggle just thinking about it but when she stares at me oddly, I sigh.

“The spell blocks her magic completely.”

“Oh, that explains a lot but are you sure that it will work?” She asks as I walk over to the wall that has the weird patterns on it.

“Like I told Gwendolyn before she betrayed me, I am a fey and feys can’t lie so when I tell you about something, you should believe me.”

I place my hand on the wall and call out to my magic.

“Yes, but I also know that feys don’t always speak the whole truth. They always leave something out.”

“I can assure you that I am not leaving out any important thing that you think you should know about,” I close my eyes and focus on my surroundings.

“There! you just said something fishy in your statement.”

I hear the sound of two fabrics clashing and it zooms into my ears with haste, making me tilt my head to the direction it came from- the same direction that her voice comes from.

“Believe me when I say that my words never smell fishy. To be honest, I haven’t had the time to learn the ways of a fey, so I am not at all perfect or stable in that tricking part.”

When I finally get catch the control of my magic, I pull it out with force and I feel the patterns disappear from the feel of my fingers.

I open my eyes to see a new clear wall.

“What did you do?”

Listening to her voice, I shrug as I turn to her.

“The female locked in a cell downstairs oddly made those creepy designs to watch me but when I turned into a fey I sensed it immediately. I just made an act of not seeing it.”

She squeezes her face in thought, “Well, she isn’t smart at all. If I wanted to watch you without you knowing, I would have put a much more pretty design right there to avoid suspicion and even would have covered it with a little magic that will make you not notice that someone is watching. That is if I was a fey… feys can do that right?”

“Yes, and you are right,” I look away, lost in my own thoughts as I mutter under my breath, “It’s almost like she wanted me to know…”

“You feys are really complicated,” She walks over to the table to pour some wine for herself and she takes a sip off it, “Wow. This is delicious. What exactly is used to make this?”

“Just Sebastian’s blood.”

She spits it out immediately, making me laugh.

“I’m joking.”

She wipes her lips clean and drop the glass of wine down. “I never knew that feys can joke around.”

“Neither did I,” I smile forcefully, only for a few seconds, “Would you mind cleaning that up. My other for Sebastian’s dead body is taking longer than expected.”

The door opens before any of us can say another word. Greyson stands in my room as he closes the door behind him.

“I really need to paste a knock sign to my door,” I roll my eyes, “I’ve had visitors that I don’t expect.”

“Do you have a minute to talk, alone?” Greyson’s eyes move to Estella and she groans with her head pulled back.

“Call me when you’re done,” She says then walks out of the door, leaving us alone.

“What do you want to talk about, lies, wine, females… or maybe rejection.”

I pour a drink for myself and stop when the glass is almost full, “Wait, did you get rejected? That’s a nasty thing to go through, I should know.”

I sit down on my bed as I take a sip out of the glass.

"Technically, I was rejected but not rejected at the same time. He didn't- none of us said those words. I mean, I would if he didn't use his silly comm-"

"You left me, Minerva."

Okay?

I pause on my statement.

"You tried to run away without me, you left a note? Like I can't believe you left a note."

"I didn't leave a note. I left a message with Gwen- the back stabber- to wish you luck and help you escape in a month's time."

"Seriously?" He laughs bitterly.

"A month's time. Why didn't you tell me then we could have gone together. Why didn't you let me go with you," He insists.

"I wasn't going to let the guy I was slowly getting feelings for to get in the risk of dying because of me, and besides, it was a last minute decision."

"Oh, it was a last minute decision but you had the time to inform Gwen," He retorts, "Why didn't you come to me instead."

"I know that you're upset," I say as I drop the glass on the table. I had to stand up to do that. "But there's no need to panic."

"What if you would have escaped then, what?" He asks, "You said that you are slowly developing feelings for me but if you did escape, would you have called?"

I walk towards his and hold down his face.

"It doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that I am here now and I am not trying to run away, right?"

I look into his eyes and tilt my head with a hum as I bite my lip.

"We could use your anger. You can focus it into other activities."

He looks down at my lips, his past statements forgotten, "Like what?"

"You pick," I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck, going closer to him till we have no more space between us.

"That depends on what you want," I put my tongue in my mouth as I eat the space separating our lips till they are only a breath away.

"What do you want, Greyson?" I ask, my fingers slowly coming down to track his broad chest.

His body shudders under my touch and his breath gets stuck.

"I don't know."

"Don't you want me because I am ready to give you what you want."

I pull tongue out to lick his earlobe and I move back to his lips.

"I am available if you want me."

His eyes get lost in the movement of my lips.

"Okay."

When he whispers that out, I hum, slowly turning his head to the angle that I want and when I bring his head closer, our lips connect in an instant.

He doesn't waste a second to move his lips on mine in the most passionate manner I have ever felt.

He holds down my fingers on his face and tries to pry them off, disconnecting our lips in the process.

I look at him in confusion, "It's barely two minutes."

"You wouldn't have come to find me, right? I guess I am just a boy toy to you. The Fey King was right, you are in denial and you are manipulative. I wish I had never met you."

He turns his back to me and walks out, leaving me stunned.

"Boys!"