I Welcome Your Rejection: Angel Kings’ Proud Mate novel Chapter 28

Third Person’s Pov

Inside a spacious, well lit cave adorned with intricate symbols and gleaming stones, a throne for two sets at the far head, but only a single woman sits on it, Lysandra, the devious witch.

She gazes at Sir Levitt who sits on an old chair at a corner, grasping a wound on his right wrist.

One side of the cave is lined with shelves with rare herbs, bubbling cauldrons and jars of mysterious ingredients. The opposite wall is lined with books upon books, containing spells, incantations, and ancient knowledge.

The central gathering space has a large, circular table surrounded by plush cushions. This is where Lysandra and her coven come together for rituals, discussions, and celebrations. The table is laden with bows of blood and roasted meats, which are their daily offerings to spirits.

“Your blood has lost it’s charm,” Lysandra says to Sir Levitt in a tone of disappointment. “Perhaps it’s time to cut off your head and drain the rest of it.”

“How will it help you then? My power is being passed down to my daughter whom you will never find. Perhaps you should give up this war with the angel kings,” Sir Levitt replies.

The witch stands from her throne and strides forward, her jaws clenching. “I found all your relatives and slaughtered them. You think your young daughter can hide from me forever?” she scoffs. “My allies and spies are everywhere. She will never know who is her friend or foe. They will bring her to me just they brought you.”

Sir Levitt sighs as if bored. “No wonder Osmund didn’t choose you. He must have seen the darkness in -”

Lysandra angrily takes hold of his neck, her long fingers squeezing with astounding strength. “You pathetic human, you know nothing about Osmund or the choices he made! Even he would agree that your weak family do not deserve the powers in your blood!” she snarls.

She holds his neck until he runs out of breath, seeming to savor his miserly. She finally lets go and saunters towards the wall of books.

“The Elion prophecy says that the first born child of the last Levitt family shall have a blood so powerful that a drop of it can bring back a dead soul. Once I find your daughter I shall use her blood to reawaken Osmund. And together we shall rule all kingdoms, just like it was meant to be before Lowena got between us,” she adds in a dreamy voice, staring back at the throne she build for her and her dead mate.

“Those sons of a treacherous wh*re did not deserve her,” Lysandra mutters and carries on to think for a long time. “Use their assistant to lure her out of the palace again before the angel kings can plead for her forgiveness,” she orders.

Her coven bows. “It shall be done, your majesty,” their speaker says.

Sir Levitt stands from his seat. “You can have all my blood. I will offer you my soul as well. Just leave my daughter alone. I have served you long enough to earn that favour at least,” he pleads.

“Served me? You mean that I kept you alive for your blood instead of draining it at once like I did to your sweet wife?” Lysandra scoffs. “Your daughter doesn’t even know the amount of power in her blood. It would be a shame if it goes to waste. Or worse be drained off by those undeserving monsters she got as mates.”