BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 416: Resilient Prisoner {2}

Chapter 416: Resilient Prisoner {2}

"You must be twitching in disappointment... after all the trouble you went through you still couldn’t rescue her"

His hands wrapped around the bars and he gave me a look like he was on the verge of ripping my head off. I raised an eyebrow.

"She didn’t leave because she cares for one of your little werelions"

"Is that why you saved her? I don’t get the both of you..."

"You don’t have to. You started something you can’t finish"

"And why would you think I don’t have it in mind to finish? Luther hasn’t made any move which is very suspicious. My guess are you resorted carrying out this mission on your own because your Count don’t give a shit about his Countess"

With each word I utter I could see his mind racing with thoughts, a deep frown taking up his features. I guess I was on the right track then and the question falls again.

Why is Luther not making a move?

"I have nothing to say to you, Dace" he spread his arms like an offering. "You wanna torture me go ahead"

"That would be a waste. I don’t fancy torturing humans"

"And what if I told you I wasn’t?"

What is it with these siblings and pushing my buttons? They seemed to have a kink for that.

"Are you aware of what you’re imposing, Grayson?"

"Human or not I’m sure your lines of mercy hold no bounds, an enemy is an enemy to you. My connections with the vampires make me one, so... do your worst"

I wet my lips with my tongue before rubbing my jaw and looking to the side.

"Or... you don’t have it in you to torture me do you?"

My eyes snapped back to him. "This situation isn’t in reverse"

"Why?!" he demands.

Why? That question is enough to make me remember Emma’s plea. Why do I care? If she hurts if I ruin her brother? Or was it the tears that leaked off her eyes as she pleaded or her threats? Either way, the reason why Grayson isn’t strapped to a chair in a dark room is because of HER.

"Your sister, what is she?" I changed the topic before he could walk his way into my head and find out why he was still in one piece.

"A vampire"

"Try again... because what you did to Diana you didn’t just seal her wound, you healed her completely. Healing qualities like that belong to Newblood witches’’

He shifted uncomfortably. I was right then.

"You’re a warlock and yet odorless," I said more to myself than him but his silence gave me all the proof I needed.

Does it mean Emma is a witch too? But she’s a vampire, I have never heard about two natures existing before in one body. NEVER.

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Three things I learned today. One, both siblings are willing to murder me if I hurt either of them. Two, they both won’t say shit and ease this curiosity eating me up inside and it seems like they both know me more than I think? Because of my reputation? I still can’t wrap my head around that fact. Three, Someone else planned to sabotage my engagement.

Who? I have no idea but that doesn’t mean I don’t intend to dig because I will. I could see it in Grayson’s eyes, feel it... call me crazy but I know he’s telling the truth, he only came for his sister. If the vampires weren’t responsible then I have a much bigger problem in my hands.

"You believe him?"

"He’s not lying," I said, turning myself a drink in my rocks glass.

"Well the Countess lied to you before"

"He’s not" I faced Singe. "He even threatened me, he has guts"

"Did he now?" Singe smirks. "Definitely chilling in the dark"

"And insanely brave for a human"

"You think he’s human?"

"I think he might be a warlock but I can’t be sure..."

Singe sighed probably fed up with all the blockages we have been hitting ever since. "Maybe you should walk your way into his head more"

Or maybe he might do the same to me. Because those forest green eyes felt like they would do shit to me, I know those eyes very well, eyes that can unravel your secrets if they dig. Similar to mine, there’s no doubt he was good at getting into people’s heads just like I do.

I shook my head. "Right now there’s someone we have to figure out," I said while taking a drink. "Someone else was set to ruin the engagement. I need to you confront the interior decor team and inspect everywhere they got their hands on"

"Of course Alpha"

The door suddenly opened and caught our attention as Isabella walked in with her stilettos echoing on the pristine floor. The familiar straight waist-length golden hair, tight revealing outfit. The only thing standing out was her pissed look. It was rare to see Isabella pissed.

"Leave us" she ordered.

"I’m in the middle of a conversation, Isabella"

"I don’t fucking care about that right!" she snapped.

Keeping my eyes on her I gave a nod to Singe and he excused us.

The moment we’re alone I speak. "What do you want?"

She huffed in disbelief. "What do you mean what do I want?!" she growled. "Our engagement was fucking ruined!"

Ha... I was waiting for this.

"I’m very aware of that fact" I dropped my glass and rounded my table to take a seat.

"You don’t care do you?"

"Isabella"

"That fucking vampire and that intruder ruined everything!"

"The intruder had nothing to do with it!" I said with clenched teeth not getting aggravated when she mentioned the intruder but the tone she used on Emma.

"Are you certain?"

"Yes"

"Then who did this?!"

"I’m in the middle of that right now"

She exhaled sharply, closing her eyes for a brief second before fixing those orbs on me. "Very well... you should know there is unrest, our vows weren’t taken, the Pride’s talking. This could ruin everything... what we have built for two years"

I leaned further into my leather seat and closed my eyes while rocking to a nonexistent tone.

"Alex! Are you even listening to me right now? Your Pride is in chaos"

"Chaos it shall remain until I have who caused my werelions to be in a vulnerable position"

"That isn’t the fucking problem right now!"

I opened my eyes and leaned away from my seat, resting my elbows on the table. "That’s no way for a future lioness to speak" I taunt.

She stiffened before clearing her throat. "I care for our people, but this... us is more important, the sooner we unite the better. Your bloodline is secured and your Pride is more invisible than ever"

"I don’t like repeating myself, Isabella!"

She gulped at my harsh tone, but her glare burned on me.

"There is no fucking engagement until I find who is accountable"

I don’t know what the Pride Council is cooking right now... but as far as I’m concerned there is no engagement until I say so... their little theatrics won’t work this time.