Chapter 75
Enoy pov
Walking down the stairs I hear Ambrose and Enzo speaking in that odd sounds and clicks. It’s annoying I even tried to get Freya to tell me but she acts dumb. Trailer.
Walking into the large room with my arms crossed letting all my annoyance out. “You know it’s rude to do that right. What are you two hiding?” “The stolen was was was cover me stuff not required,” Enzo tells me. So that’s true but they leaving something out. “Stolen?” Raising my brow. Tilting his head staring at me “what stolen?” Enzo asks. Slapping my forehead. This is gonna take forever.
“The stolen your nejret vreclan.” “no Enzo. Enoy is not a companion. She’s a friend. Bthgrty” Ambrose says to him. Grabbing the last cinnybonnies off the plate. “no. Mine.” Enzo slaps his hand on the table. Arching my brow. “this?” I wave it in front of me. He reaches for it and I popped it in my mouth. “vabe voee master.” I say with my mouth full. His eyes started to glow with a black fog no shadows leaking from his fingertips. Oh, shit mad demon bye.
Sprinting out the door I shift mid-step. Heading for the beach I pin my ears back and hall tail. And again I fucking lost. “no fair your not supposed to use the shadows remember. Ugh your gonna stick out so bad.” “no shadow this time stick in butt. No one said can’t project me.” Fucking demons and loopholes. “you ever gonna tell me why you call Ambrose “the stolen” making air quotes. Shrugging “when the shadows tell me. Not my, my, my book. Not my book.” It’s been only two days and his English is already improved. “so if that was a fake you in the hut ..” “real me. Still see here there same.” Taking on what he says as I crouch reading for this round of block the shadows. The idea is simple yank on any destructive emotion I can grab. Make him lose focus breaking his link to the shadows.
This has been getting harder due to Enzo drinking our mixed blood to increase the potency of the magic in his blood. Normally a pint of my blood would be enough for a week. But with the potion needing blood at different times to keep the increased blood magic, Enzo has been drinking it daily instead of once a week. I had worried this could have a bad side effect. “no you miss understand dear. Your blood is powerful enough to keep him full for seven days. So say master black gave him blood he would need to drink two to three times a week.”
When Ambrose first told me we would need to willingly give Enzo our blood one for the potion and the second cause he needs it all sorts of vampire stories flashed in my head. No one’s seen a vampire in centuries. Trues out they were demons and fae. What a letdown. Silver nope. Iron yep, but only fae not demon. Well, what hurts a demon? Demon bone or demon horn. When the head of the family passes certain bones and the horns are left. The rest turns to dust. The wind spreads that out over the clan lands. Ambrose said it’s different for the overseer. This is the big, big boss demon. They maintain order in the whole demon realm. I couldn’t see this side of the Vail running like that. Why? Humans. They are not ready to know the stories that kept them up at night are at least half true.
Reaching into Enzo I find a strong threat just as I’m about to grab it I feel like I’m being yanked back. Falling back my head hit the ground hard. Enzo's shadow slides to me in a blink. Fucking demons why can’t I have that ability? “what?” he asks looking me over confused. When another yank in my chest. It feels like someone is trying to rip me apart. Yank yank. Ambrose mist appears about time is the last clear thought I had.
I have no clue what happened but every time I come to a little I swear Ambrose is muttering something about the master. My chest feels like a giant bruise. I feel Freya’s heavy head on my legs looking down. I see a cuff on her neck. It looks like a huge odd ruby but what Ruby is that big? Touching it I yank my hand back. It shocked me. Shaking my finger. “don’t touch that I don’t want you scratching it.” “what is it? Hitting the t hard. “ chain to my soul locking her here in my pocket and to me keeping you right there. Here drink.” He hands me a vial with an orange liquid and green floaty things. Shaking my head I push it back.
“It's this or the master finds a strong enough summoning spell you and Freya can’t reject.”
I downed it.
It was slimy and tasted like dirty gym socks smell. As it works its way down it’s like spiders crawling inside me. Followed by very angry fire ants. Before I can register anything Ambrose and Enzo are locking cuffs on my wrist and ankles. The click, click, click as the cuffs ends attaching to the bed being tightened down giving just enough slack I’m comfortable well as comfortable as anyone cuffed down to a bed.
Pulling they are soft and pretty comfortable but confused as to why. Opening my mouth to ask my breath is stolen. Ripped out as I silently burn alive. The fire licks against my skin. Leaving red angry blisters and splitting flesh behind. Trying to take a breath but the air is too hot and I start to hyperventilate. Begging anyone that can read minds everything I have on me to make it stop. But it continues for hours, days, weeks, time no longer means anything. It’s been quiet today.
maybe it's finally over I thought too soon.
