From Slave To Queen (Athena and Michael) novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131

“Eleazar has a son. He feared for him, given the tense atmosphere between the Purebloods and the Diluted. He wanted the banshees to take him in. 10 raise him far from all this, He was willing to disappear from his son’s life if that guaranteed his safety.”

“And?” This time it’s Drystan who asks.

“We don’t accept males in the camp,”

Raising my eyebrows, I let out a low whinde

“And we’re the cruel monsters?” I retort with a laugh. “The banshees must be cold–blooded to deny such an honorable request from a father

worried for his child.”

The banshees aren’t the most feared creatures in our world—

I admit, even I have underestimated them sometimes

The truth is that behind their delicate, fragile, melancholic appearance hide cruel women. They’ve been hunted for so long, much like the witches once were, that now they’ve completely shut themselves off from the world. They won’t care about anyone but themselves. Time has made themi

selfish

“The point is, Eleazar didn’t ask for the spells you’re talking abou, and Naja didn’t help your enemies”

The three of us fall silent while the gears in our heads turn. I think we’ve all reached the same conclusion, but none of us wants to say it out loud.

“What if it was another which?” I ask at last.

“One we don’t know about Drystan adds. “One that’s been hidden for centuries? Because I don’t see any other way for a witch to exist without us knowing. Naja’s been the only witch on the continent for almost five hundred years”

“A slippery witch, then.”

Evanora is the only one who hasn’t spoken yet. She seems to be deep in thought. She absentmindedly touches the sanall pale scars around her mouth with her fingertips.

Drystan and I wait patiently while the banshee’s blue eyes drift off.

The albino snake appears at the neckline of her dress, its scaly body slithering between her breasts and curling around her neck until it rests near her car I hisses something that pulls Evanora from her trance.

“There are no other witches that we know of. We haven’t heard of any in hundreds of years. All have proven to be myths–even the Destroyer. I’ll speak to Naja, let’s see what she knows”

She vanishes without another word, climbing the stairs and disappearing down the hall toward her chambers.

Only my friend and I rempin; we both turn to face the castle doors and look outside, where they’ve already started cleaning up the mess

-Evanora is half–witch, right?”

“Yes,” he admits. “Why?”

Seeing that I don’t respond, he looks at me intently, frowning.

“You can’t be thinking what I think you’re thinking you believe it was her?” He laughs, but without any real humor. “No, it wasn’t her.”

“Maybe you’r

‘re not thinking clearly.”

“You’re the one who isn’t,” he sighs. “I gri that you’re upset with her for lying to us, but I can tell you with absolute certainty that Evanora carei about Elara. She’s here with us to help her, and she wouldn’t do anything that would endanger or harm her. She knows the pain Ragna has inflicted and wouldn’t aid ber”

“What if Ragna promised her something?”

“I don’t think. Ragna can give her what she wants”

Although I’m curious, I don’t ask. I fall silent, mulling over everything that’s happened.

Surprisingly, I find myself calm at this very moment

The dungeons are wrecked, my prisoner has escaped, there are corpses in the garden, and yet a sense of calm has settled in my chest.

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Chapter 131

Involuntarily, I place a hand over my heart and rub, as if that might dispel the feeling

I think I’m more used to rage, to emptiness, to darkness.

Is it possible I’m losing my mind?

How can I be calm in a moment like this?

I have no guarantees of anything and yet I feel as secure as if I did.

The sky has begun to turn gray with the dawn. I take a few steps outside, and the cold of a snowflake settles on my cheek. I stretch out my hand and watch more gather in my palm.

Cassian.

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