Chapter 6
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“Strike.” A voice said
An arrow was released from a visible hand and was caught by a hideous being.
“Missed. And you can’t strike at your dad, Bailey. That’s for your enemy,” he said, laughing sarcastically, while Bailey struggled to free herself from the uncomfortable grip.
Then her eyes slowly opened. Her face, covered with sweat.
It was yet another nightmare.
Her eyes drifted into the dark, and she would have sworn she saw his image lingering there. But she shoved it off as just another dark thought from her mind.
“Zafa, I need to talk,” Bailey said, still maintaining her leaned posture on her bed. When she didn’t get a reply, she asked softly again.
“Do you blame me?”
When those words came out, Zafa was seen seated on the floor with her legs crossed.
“No, but you promised me not to take advantage of Sucra.”
“But I didn’t,” she said, sitting upright on her bed. Zafa’s lips were sealed, her eyes fixed on the floor.
“You miss him.”
Zafa looked at Bailey, a small smile forming on her face.
“I’ll never regret being by your side, Bailey,” she said softly. “And you need to be wary of that snake. Something about him unsettles me.”
“Sure, I will,” Bailey said, releasing a breath.
Zafa hopped onto the bed and held her in an embrace, guiding her to lie back down.
“It’s all fine. Do you want to know who attacked you in the forest?, he was one of the…”
“Shh,” Bailey made a soft sound as her head rested on Zafa’s chest.
The sound lingered all the way to Sprinkle’s room; miles away from the palace where she sat on her bed, staring possessively at Lucas, who stood at a distance from her, still bound by his chains.
It must have been terrifying and devastating dealing with her. Her voice carried care and adoration as she moved closer to Lucas, her hand brushing through his messy hair.
“Let’s take care of this first.”
“Can I ask for a favor?” Lucas asked, stopping her hand from reaching his face. He looked at her steadily.
Sprinkle nodded and returned to her bed.
“Plead to the queen to let me back under her control,” Lucas said. The words didn’t come out the way he had pictured them. Almost immediately, he shut his eyes and clenched his teeth.
Sprinkle let out a short, soft laugh.
“Plead? I can just ask.”
She stared at Lucas as though she was passing on information.
“Tell me your name, at least.”
“Lucas,” he said softly, his cheeks turning pink as Bailey’s image flashed through his mind.
Sprinkle smiled, oblivious to his thoughts.
"Is being with me so wrong that you want to run off to her?"
"I have unfinished business with her," Lucas said when he finally came out of his thoughts.
"Unfinished, you say?" Sprinkle raised her robe slightly to her thighs.
"You can do that with me."
Lucas looked at her. The sly smile and hungry look in her eyes were not what he wanted to deal with. Yet they pulled his thoughts back to the final words of his brother.
“Find her. Her soul consumed our clan”.
Looking at Sprinkle, it seemed as though his search was over. He knew it was sick but he couldn't control the urge as he charged toward her, his hand wrapping around her neck.
Sprinkle smiled at first, but his grip tightened, and so did the chains around him, and her smile disappeared as she struggled from his grip. The fire in his eyes slowly faded, and he released her.
She gasped for air, coughing furiously.
"It would be better if I were with your Queen," he said as though he had never known emotions.
“Even my choice in men is being shaken because of her” Sprinkle thought with a bitter scoff.
Her forehead creased into a frown.
"The Queen?" she said when she recovered her breath.
"What do you possibly want from her that I won't provide?"
Lucas was silent. It was a conversation he didn't want to indulge in.
Sprinkle reached to hold his hand, but before she could, a thump landed on her back, and she fell unconscious in front of Lucas.
He searched for the source, and there stood Jorman at the window ledge. A grin still rested on his face as he tossed a coin back and forth between his fingers.
"You can leave now. I've cleared the trouble," he said, tossing the coin toward Lucas, who bobs his head, avoiding the hit.
"You can thank me later." Jorman said in a playful tone
The chains were obviously not on him, but as he walked away in the dark, they merged around him once more.
Lucas picked up the coin, studying it for a while. His gaze followed Jorman before returning to the unconscious body before him.
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