From Slave To Queen (Athena and Michael) novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90

I want to convince myself that this is the right thing to do. My enemies seek me out more and more frequently, and they use her aya weapon against me. I can’t afford it, not someone like me. She is a weakness 1 mast eliminate, like a bad splinter. That is why I’ve acquired a new feeder. I don’t need her, but I kisow this will hurt Elara, and that’s what I’m after

The differences between them are very noticeable–one has black hair, the other golden. She has an angelic face that steals your li

breath. Nothing like Flara’s raw beauty, a melancholic beauty that absorbs color and turns it grey Soft Features against sharp ones. Sky blue eyes versus absorbing

1 pour myself a glass with the new feeder’s blood, and as I bring it to my lips, it asses like all the others. The door opens without knocking, and I know immediately who it is. Behind the haze that clouds my vision every lane 1 fred, I can see Drystan with his arms crossed over his chest, his black hair brushing his shoulders, and his lips parsed in disapproval

“You shouldn’t be doing this, Cavian“

“I stopped taking orders a long time ago, my friend

“It’s not an order. It’s advice, he says with emphasis.

“Oh? Do tell me more,” I reply mockingly,

He sighs, visibly red of my behavior.

“We’ve already made her suffer too much by tearing her from her home. Her life has been shit her entire existence, always thinking about the moment one of us would take her. She seemed to be starting to fit in here, to enjoy herself–why make her suffer again?“

“I’m tired” I shrug. “You know how I am

Precisely because I know how you are. I know these past weeks haven’t been meaningless to you,” he scolls “You’ve never gotten involved with humans, but she’s different, isn’t she? Even I feel different around her–she makes me appreciate life a little more. It’s pleasant having her nearby

“Stop sporting sentimental nonsense. Drystan. I thought you were serious”

“You’re going to regret this, he declares. I just hope it won’t be too late by then!

He doesn’t wait for me to dismiss him; he leaves the room as silently as he entered, leaving me alone with myself and my decisions. Someday the weight of them will fall on me, but now is not the time to think about that. Between shapeshifters and rebellious Diluted, I have too many things on my hands. Elara cannot be a distraction-mach less a weakness.

As dinner approaches, I go down to the hall where I used to meet with her. fake my usual seat and wait patiently for Maryse. I must admit that when she sits beside me, I feel nothing–not even the urge to torment her. She doesn’t react when I cut her wrist with my ring and fill my cup with her blood. Her wound begins to heal when I pass my tongue over it, and soon we’re both absorbed in our thoughts. She eats in silence while I run my fingers along the rim of the cup.

It’s then that I feel a sudden chill–something I’m not used to. I don’t feel temperature changes the same way a human would 1 have a bad feeling that makes me dive into my powers and search for Elara’s mind, but it’s locked shut. I push my chair back and plant my hands on the table, startling Maryse I say nothing as I leave the lull and head swiftly to Elara’s room.

The strange sensation of absolute cold lingers in my chest. I brush my fingers over the doorframe, hesitating to enter, thinking about what I’ll say if my suspicions are wrong. Deep down. I know they aren’t. I’m not someone who is driven by feelings–this is something else

I open the door and find everything empty. I know she’s not there even before heading to the bathroom to confirm it. A flight tremor shakes my Engers, and I throw several items to the floor–perfume boitles, bath essences. No one comes to check what caused the noise–I’m sure no one wants to risk their life at this moment

“Udara?“ 1 shouat, knowing I won’t get an answer,

The improvised rope fled to the bedpost mocks me from its place. 1 bite into my own fangs from clenching my jaw so hard, furious. With fists denched leave liet quatteri, knocking over the stood at her vanity amııl making the doorframe tremble as Islam the door shut. At the end of the hallway, around the corner, I catch a glimpse of the unmistakable pale hair that has settled among us these past few days. I run toward it. dermined not to let her escape. I quickly reach her back–her haste tells me she’s not eager to see me. I grab her by the nape and turn her around

“Where is the

“Where is who she replies through clenched teeth.

“Don’t play dumb with me, banshee” I narrow my eyes as I tighten my grip. “You’ve never given me a good feeling–1 know you helped her

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Chapter 90

Is it so strange to think she might have left on her own, by her own will?

1 let out a sarcastic laugh.

“Tal now, before I break every bone in your body and then enjoy tearing your mind apart just for fun?

“Thope she’s far away from you,” she spits,

I squeeze so rightly my knuckles turn white and 1 feel the skin stretching painfully over bone. The banshee’s jaw trembles, but she never lowers her

“Where is she?”

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