From Slave To Queen (Athena and Michael) novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114

“What raw beauty,” Ragnia says with feigned admiration. “I’d heard of the White Banshee, but knowing you’re involved in this makes it all the more fascinating. Who were you running from with such desperation, dear?”

Evanora’s gaze lingers for just a second on Drystan’s before she looks away quickly. Ragna doesn’t miss it–she watches everything with twisted amusement. She almost seems to think we’re performing à tragedy just for her

She grabs Evanora’s face with one hand and lifts her off the ground by sheer brute strength.

“They wanted

to hurt you, didn’t they! Always so cruel to those who are not like them…

While one hand digs her nails into Evanora’s skin, the other strokes the side of her head, tangling her fingers in her white hair.

“You must hate them so much for what they did to you, and yet that witch forced you to help Elara reach her potential. You no longer have to do anything for them, White Banshee. Now you can get your revenge–by my side

Evanora bares her teeth in a feral grimace and tries to break free of her grasp.

They disfigured you, they beat you, they raped you.”

The words strike the banshee like sledgehammers.

“You deserve revenge–and 1 can give it to you. All you have to do is tell me what i want to know.”

I roll my eyes as I hear her same tired speech about vengeance and alliance again.

“Revenge!”

The question leaves Evanora’s lips strangled

“At whose expense? I don’t want vengeance soaked in innocent blood.”

“Elara is not innocent”

“You don’t know anything.”

Seeing that Evanora won’t fall for her cheap tricks, Ragna lets her poisoned smile twist into something darker. Her beautiful face disappears, and in its place remains the image of someone on the brink of madness. She lets herself be consumed by rage and hurls the banshee away from her. The impact of her body against the ground, the crunch of bones breaking, chills my blood. A sharp breath echoes through the hall—I know it’s Drystan without needing to look, but when I do. I see the face of a man who wants blood

Evanora s cries of pain take a few seconds to arrive–but they do, and they are some of the most gut–wrenching sounds I’ve ever heard.

Kagna rises from her thrope and looks down on all of us from her position of

power.

“Do you want all your sacrifices to have been in vain, White Bansheel” she spits. “I know what matters to you–and I won’t hesitate to take it from you to get what I want. If you won’t join me willingly, fear will make you do it”

A smile that reveals her wolf–like fangs spreads across her face.

“She has your eyes, by the way

The banshee’s face, until now hidden beneath a curtain of hair, is revealed, covered in terror. She locks eyes with Ragna, and the fury I saw earlier is gone. Now there’s only despair, fear, pleading.

Juu tell me what I want to know.”

The shapeshifter doesn’t let her cerie smile fade.

“What must be done for her to reach her full potential 1 don’t want her half–human”

I hate how they talk about me like I’m not even here. And 1 hate even more that I can’t do anything about it. I feel the urge to dig my nails into this thing on my mouth and tear it of–even if it takes my skin with it. I glance toward Cassian and Drystan–both of them seem on the verge of madness. Neither handles powerlessness well. They’re tied hand and foot right now–anything they do could mean the end for one of us. Maybe not for me–apparently Tim too valuable—but I know Guian would never take that risk..

A new cry pulls me from my thoughts, and I see Evanora trying to rise from the flour.

1/3

12:26 PM

Chapter 114

“How do I know you’ll keep your word?” she asks, her voice choked with pain.

“You have my wood”

“I don’t believe in anyone’s wortTM

“Then you’ll have to have faith.” Ragna answers mockingly

The words seem like a joke to the banshee, who tries to laugh, but instead a strange cough comes out. What spills from her mouth looks too much like blood, and her hands on her side make me think her ribs might be the problem. 1 look at her, begging her to give Ragina what she wants and save herself. She helped me escape–what does it matter if she knew something I didn’t! She gave me a chance to flee from my fee

“She needs to kill her human sile,” she finally says

Straight to the point.

“There isn’t just one way—it’s not something we know for certain”

She pauses for a few seconds to catch her breath.

An emotion too strong could be a trigger.

“How strong?”

“As strong as possible–it must be something that destabilizes her”

“Then I think I have something that will help.”

Jer attention turns to some of her men, who nod and disappear to bring with them the people I least expected. I don’t know who to look at first. I

only know it breaks my heart to see them

“Elara!” Abigail shouts,

She tries to escape her captors without success. They’re strong and won’t let her move freely.

suppose

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify