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Chap 41 - Broken Pledge

  Chapter 41

  (Broken Pledge)

  Megan’s POV

  “Gracie….” I called, walking slowly as my bare feet touched the cold, foggy floor. I can’t really remember how I got here, but why the hell am I in a white garment. I thought.

  Standing some meters away from me is my manager, but she doesn’t seem to hear me. There is actually a glass barricade demarcating our spaces.

  Looking directly into the glass, I noticed that where she stood looked exactly like my office. She was arranging some files on the white table, setting the gadgets in place. She heaves a sigh of frustration, picking up her phone and landscaping a number.

  It rang for a while, with no one picking it. Up She slammed her fist on the table, anger clearly creeping up her face, as she furrowed her brows. She rubbed her temple, plopped on the chair, and gave a loud exhale.

  “What is she up to…and why can’t I reach her” I thought

  “Gracie….Gracie…can you hear me…I really need help here..come on...right,” I yelled, trying to bang my fist on the glass wall, but it felt like I wasn’t hitting anything.

  “She can’t hear you” A voice sounded from behind. I gasped turning to look, squinting slightly

  “Lottie?...erm..Lottie? I called again. She smiled, walking closer to me. She wasn’t wearing a garment like me but had the cat woman outfit on. Her hair was let loose to fly freely, giving her a bad girl look. My mouth hung open until she spoke up

  “Megan” She called, as I scoffed

  “Hey..what the hell are we doing here? Why am I in this? The last time I checked, you didn’t go along with me on the vacation, I mean…wait a sec, where is Oscar…damn, what’s going on” I asked, infuriated

  She didn’t say a word, only smiled

  “What’s the smile for”

  “Don’t tell me it’s what I’m thinking…damn…are we dead…because..” I gasped

  “Nope, we ain’t..”

  “Then tell me why I can’t get through this glass, and why is Gracie not hearing me?”

  “Because she is not here, you are just seeing visions of what is happening back home.”

  “And how do you know that we ain’t home”

  “Does this place look like London to you?” She asked

  “No…but I left London for Brazil and..erm..” I paused trying to remember all that had happened, but wasn’t getting a clue

  “You will be fine with him Meg…trust me” She whispered, but I heard her clearly

  “W...what do you mean” I squinted, folding my arms

  She shrugged, looking behind me. I frown, tilting my head backward to catch the sight of the handsome devil. A pang of fear gripped my heart immediately as I swiftly turned to face her back, but she was no more there.

  “Lottie…Lottie..where did she go” I asked no one in question. The handsome devil walked closer to me, trying to hold my hand.

  “Come on, let’s go” he muttered in a calm voice, but I shoved his hand off

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  “Leave me alone” I yelled, as the whole atmosphere turned numb. My eyesight became blank, and when I opened it, it showed a ceiling fan rolling from above, making cracking sounds. My breathing was on a hitch as sweat trickled down my face.

  I gulped down nothing, getting up on the large bed where I lay and pulling the silky blanket off my body. The bed sheet is covered in beautiful embroideries, and a lamp stand stood beside the bed, and the low light from it brightens the room a bit. I look at the walls, which have a series of paintings placed on them.

  Some are that of nature, while the others consist of weird creatures; more like beasty beings and vampires. I could feel my heartbeat accelerating, where am I, I thought. And just as if he read my thoughts, a voice spoke up

  “I thought you were never gonna wake up”

  I traced where the voice was coming from, he stood at the window, shirtless. His back was the only view I could catch. The drapes were slightly opened; no wonder the room was still dark. He pulled the drapes to the far end; making lights from the sun to illuminate the room.

  He still has his face mask on; when will he even take it off? How does he eat with this barrier on?

  “What am I doing here…why did you bring me along with you?” I muttered, with the courage to yell out, but it came out more like a whisper. My voice sounded frail, and my limbs were weak; what caused this sudden weakness?

  He didn’t reply. Instead, he walked closer to a table, picked up the jug on it, and turned the content into a teacup. He drew closer to me on the bed, stretching his hand forward

  “Have this; it will help you relax and loosen your lungs; you haven’t had anything in two days now,” he muttered. I stared at the cup and looked into his eyes; I wanted to reject it, yell at him, and pull his hair for bringing me here; like, who does that? He can’t be differentiated from a kidnapper. What does he want from me?

  But my stomach betrayed me; the scent of the coffee was alluring, and my hands gave way, pulling it out of his grip as it touched my lips. I started with a sip, before gulping down the whole content. It helps free my lungs as he had stated, but wait a sec, did he say that I didn’t take anything for two days?”

  “Yes..” he replied

  Did he read my thought…or was that answer a mistake

  “I will get you something to eat now; all I want is for you to relax; you will be fine, okay?” He stated. Even though I never wanted to do what he asked of me, I found myself nodding as he pulled me down to the bed.

  His eyes were still on me when my eyelid suddenly became heavy; I tried keeping it open, but I couldn’t cheat nature, so I allowed it to do what it wanted and drift into unconsciousness.

  ~~

  Lazarus’ POV

  The last two days had been hell for me; if I wasn’t a strong vampire who had knowledge of magic and casting spells, then the so-called lily would have made me a dead rat with the way she couldn’t control her powers despite being oblivious of all that was happening.

  After trying to calm her down that night, she started convulsing again, lights illuminating the tattoo on her wrist, causing disorder in the room. Bounding her in chains wasn’t an option; she broke it off like it was some piece of string.

  Magic was the only option; I had to lock her down in the underworld, not giving her access to use her powers.

  I don’t know how I did it though, because this was an almost impossible thing to do, but perhaps because we share a bond made it possible.

  I had used the past days to study more about lilies and how to control them. She is really weak from no food and the struggles. She couldn’t take anything because of the surge of power in her system.

  The coffee I gave her had a substance in it which will make her sleep more, and help give her strength once she wakes up.

  I heave a sigh, bringing out the book of Enchante from where I kept it. I don’t know if what I’m doing is against the wish of the goddess, but if so, then why will she give me a lily as my mate. How does she want me to feel, watching her get sacrificed?

  I am breaking my pledge as a disciple. King Hunter will surely be after me for failing a mission; Onyx and his counterpart, Deleon, will be after me for their own selfish desires.

  I opened the book; there are still locked pages that can only be unlocked by the seal. I once heard of lilies possessing special properties aside from their powers. I don’t know what Megan possesses, but if it is the lost seal of Enchante, then I will have one more enemy, and that is the witches; they will come after her.

  I turned to look at the sleeping human; she looked so beautiful and calm while asleep but would surely become a monster who knew no more than yelling and making annoying remarks once she wakes up. I chuckled.

  She might be a lily, meant to be sacrificed. But she is also my mate, I might not use the word love for her now, but I know what I feel, there is this connection drawing me to her, which humans call feelings.

  I won’t let her be a prey to the witches or the vampires. This is gonna be a war for war, blood for blood, and a fight for what is mine, battle.

  I teleported to where she lay, caressing her hair a little; a thing that I can’t do when she is awake.

  “I will fight for you, Meg; I won’t let you go…trust me,” I whispered, pulling off the mask, as I planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

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