Chapter 157
Annette POV:
It was smart of them to try and get us taken out in the first wave of it. All cowards really thought that they could protect themselves from us.
I wanted to stay, I wanted to stay beside my husband, but I couldn’t. I smelled the bastard the second we left the forest.
I didn’t know if Grayson realized I was inching closer to him and further away from his father. My mind just wasn’t on that fight when it came down to it the madman I wanted to kill today was the one with green eyes.
The man who’d taken my child from me, the man who made me miss six months of his life. The one who kept me in a cage, subdued for his pleasure.
I wanted to see fair and his eyes.
So I kept myself in control until I had him right where I wanted him and then I let her take the reigns.
Grayson grabbed him and tossed him back over to me and he cuddled up onto his feet. He still tried to hold onto the man who wouldn’t go without a fight. He was never that man.
She danced around him watching his eyes scatter and where she might go next. Desperately trying to anticipate her next move. Eventually, The took over and he lunged for me.
She expected this of him. Spinning out of his way, and kicking him to the ground. She stomped on his hands and his fingers cracked. He wailed a pained cry, grabbing at her ankle and pulling her leg, tripping her.
Grayson came forward, picked him up, and slammed him into a tree giving me time to stand up. He pulled out a silver knife, coming at us and slashing.
We pushed him away and she grabbed onto his wrist and slammed a foot into his chest, causing him to drop the knife.
He didn’t beat the ground realizing that pretty soon he would be defeated. He pulled out another syringe, injecting himself.
It smelled vile, he groaned from a burn that took over his body. He beat at the ground from the pain and then stood up as if he had just been born.
He foamed at the mouth as he attacked, She extended her claws and dug them into his arm, and he swung trying to get at her again.
Seraphine growled at him grabbed his broken hand and punched him in the face but he didn’t register any of the pain. Whatever he had taken had numbed him.
She scratched at his face and his left cheek opened. He swung at her hitting her hard and she fumbled to the ground. Grayson slammed him to the ground and helped her up.
Like a zombie rising from the dead, he came at us again. He couldn’t feel any of it, she dug into him on his side and he only tried to punch her. Her finger inside of him was tearing at his insides and he didn’t notice.
He’d become unstoppable to the attacks, not feeling the weight of the counterattack. Grayson joined in and we hit him with an onslaught of punches and scratches. He was left on the ground chuckling not realizing his defeat. We barraged him to the point of no return and though he kept moving and attempting to maim us it wasn’t possible with his injuries.
We stopped our relentless attack sensing he wasn’t going to hang on any longer. Seraphine riled at the idea of his death and wanted the blood. If she wanted it she would have eaten him still alive, but that posin' he’d put into his blood was nauseating. She sat there staring at him as he laughed in a daze lying on the ground. She picked up the knife and threw it between his eyes and the laughter stopped.
It was over.
It was over.
Just like him, she couldn’t register it. Seraphine growled and paced inside of me and I tried to take back control but the anger still festered.
It was over.
But the pain was still there. She took over completely and we ran off into the woods Enzo followed.
I watched him try and calm her and try and get her to back down. She wouldn’t listen, she just kept running.
It couldn’t be over for her, the anger was so much she couldn’t let it go. We had been separated for so long and too much had been taken away for it to be over this quickly.
She was furious that he had been foolish enough to let it end that fast. He had been moronic to take something like that and it wasn't fair to take a true fight from her. Enzo caught up to her pleading with her to see the good and see we could live now, she turned away from him wanting the anger instead.
I tried again to take reigns from her, but this wasn’t helpful he was gone and dead she had killed him, and now we had a home to go to. We had our son.
Our son.
The image of the deacon heading toward our house where Amaria and my parents protected our baby flushed into her head.
Anger again surged forward and we went back to the house smelling the blood once we got close enough but astonishingly when we got there and saw the damage done, Seraphine relaxed.
Seeing the bloodbath something shifted in her and she calmed down. Enzo and her sniffed and both handed us the reigns. I ran inside trying to find where my child was.
“Amaria!” I called. “Amaria!” I grabbed a coat and covered myself running up the stairs.
“She isn’t here,” my father came up the stairs Christian in my mother's arms behind him.
I kept forward, taking him from her arms. “Oh, my baby. My baby” I kissed his head and held him, my heart racing, hands shaking.
Seraphine relaxed inside my mind the scent of our son being all she needed.
“She gave him to us and told us to go the second Deacon showed up they both tumbled out of the house,” my mother looked over at me.
“Which way did they go,” Grayson growled.
“Into the woods,”
“Stay!” I couldn’t help it. It left my mouth and I regretted it, I know how much his mother meant to him, but the fear spoke before my conscience could stop it.
“He could kill her,” he looked down at me and cradled my cheek. “I love you...both. I can’t leave her,”
I couldn’t ask him to. I wouldn’t ask him to, but still, that selfish part inside me wanted to shout that he should stay.
This felt just like what Deacon wanted and I couldn’t give it to him. I watched as my husband walked away and I prayed to the goddess that he would change his mind, but I knew that wouldn’t happen.
*Come back to me.
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The next chapter will be Deacons POV thank for reading!
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