Chapter 228
Two of Queen Lana’s guards ran into the house and force him outside.
“Let me die with her!” Prince Deacon demanded, trying to get back into the house.
In the distance, you could hear the fire brigade. Prince Deacon knew that there was nothing saving the house or Emily now.
The Shaman pretend to be dead for as long as he could and started to crawl out of the burning house, towards the kitchen, hoping that it had a back door like all houses.
With his hand on his throat, he started to run through the backyard before climbing over the first wall. ‘That b*tch, I have been serving here for over a millennium and she just tried to kill me as if I am nothing? I will end her,’ the Shaman vowed, ‘but first I need to survive; I need to find Wynn.’ The Shaman went rogue the moment his throat was slit so that Queen Lana and the pack will think him dead.
The shaman took out his phone and called Wynn but he was barely able to speak so he put the phone down again and tried to type with one hand while still holding his neck, knowing he has to find a vampire to heal his neck but where does he find one in broad daylight?
‘Queen Lana made me put an obedient spell over Prince Deacon and then slit my throat. She does not know that I am still alive. She made Prince Deacon set his house on fire with Emily inside of it. I need help.’ The shaman managed to type with one hand, taking longer than usual.
‘Where are you now? Where is Prince Deacon and how did the Queen get there so fast?’ Wynn’s message comes back.
‘Airplane,’ was all the Shaman typed in response.
‘I am at least a day, I didn’t even think about an airplane, I am making my way across Russia now. You will find a vampire nest in the next town that will be able to help you,’ Wynn text back.
‘Next town?’ the Shaman texted back.
‘North,’ Wynn texted back.
The Shaman heard the sirens of the fire brigade turning off as he started to walk North, ‘If only I can shift so that I can heal but I have lost too much blood, I have no energy, but walking to the next town will take even more energy.’
The shaman found a place out of sight and tried to shift but only accomplished shifting halfway, looking like a beast. ‘It is better than nothing,’ he thought before passing out, his energy depleted.
“Time to go,” one of the guards said, grabbing Prince Deacon by his arm and forcing him into the limo with the help of two other guards.
They drove off before the fire brigade got there.
Prince Deacon looked at the men sitting with him in the car and realized that he can actually kill them all but had to wait for the right moment.
“We will come back tomorrow to make sure it burnt down to the ground. I am sure that they won't be able to easily put the fire out,” one of the guards said, and the rest agreed.
The guard that seemed to be in charge tapped on the divider, and the driver opened the divider.
“Go to the nearest hotel. We will stay one night,” he ordered.
Prince Deacon smiled, thinking, ‘Great, they will be an easy target if I can get them drunk,’ knowing all of them have been wasted with him before.
“How are you holding up?” one of them asked, looking at Prince Deacon’s face, which was covered with smoke marks and streaks of tears.
“Why do you care?” Prince Deacon asked.
“You can not blame us. We are under your mother's control, just like you,” another one informed him.
“There goes my plan on killing the lot of you,” Prince Deacon confessed.
“Did you grow a heart?” one of them asked, thinking if this was Prince Deacon just a hundred years ago, he wouldn’t have given a flying f*ck about their lives.
“That is what a good woman does to a man,” Prince Deacon said, tears building up in his eyes.
“Sorry that you had to lose her,” one guard said.
Inside the hotel, Prince Deacon shared a room with one of the guards. The guard lets him clean up first.
While in the shower, Prince Deacon thought he could still escape them if he can get them drunk and passed out. ‘I wonder how long before the obedient spell will start to force me to go to the council? I guess as long as it is in the back of my mind to go, I should be fine,’ Prince Deacon thought, since his mother didn’t put a time on his return.
As soon as Prince Deacon was done showering. The guard with him took a shower. Prince Deacon tried to sneak out only to find a guard outside of the room, so he retreated back into the room.
Prince Deacon walked over to the minibar and grabbed a hand full of vodka bottles and started to empty them into the basin of the small kitchen before filling them with water, putting them at the back of the bottles that are actually filled with vodka.
Prince Deacon kept one empty and left it on the counter and another next to his bed on the bedside table while holding one in his hand.
As soon as the guard came walking out of the bathroom, he opened the one in his hand that was filled with water and downed it.
“Slow down, cowboy,” the guard said.
“Why? We have the rest of the day and a whole night,” Prince Deacon said, standing up but then sitting back down again, grabbing his head, pretending that it was the vodka.
Prince Deacon took two bottles from the front and one from the back. “catch,” he said, throwing one to the guard and walking to the door. “Come join us,” Prince Deacon said after opening the door and pushing the bottle into the guard's hand.
Prince Deacon made sure that he was the nearest to the bar fridge so that he was the one passing on the alcohol and soon enough all the guards were wasted, including the driver that came to join in on the fun.
With the minibar cleared, Prince Deacon stumbled to his bed and fell down with his large body in an awkward position, pretending to be out.
“Poor fool, let's go clear the mini bar in our room. I think the prince polished most of this one,” one guard laughed, half drunk.
All of them decide that Prince Deacon was not going anywhere in his state and left for the other room.
Prince Deacon stayed in his position and waited for his roommate to return, falling all over the place and missing his bed, passing out on the floor; even leaving the room door open.
Prince Deacon got up and left the room to go look for the driver, not sure which room was his. Prince Deacon smiled when he found the driver passed out in the passage of the hotel.
‘What are the chances that he has the keys in his pocket?’ Prince Deacon asked himself, feeling the driver’s pocket, “Fool,” Prince Deacon said, retrieving the keys to the limo.
“What is the time?” Prince Deacon asked when he got down to the reception.
“Three, forty-six,” the receptionist pointed at the wall clock.
“Book us for another day, cancel room service, and don’t wake up my friends. One of them can be very grumpy after a night of heavy drinking,” Prince Deacon said before leaving.
‘Maybe Emily managed to survive, maybe the house didn’t completely burn down,’ Prince Deacon thought as he drove back to his house, going way over the speed limit.
Prince Deacon drove up to his street and slowed down, fearing to drive up to his house, wondering what he was going to find.
He stopped in front of his burnt down to the ground house. Prince Deacon got out of the limo and fell to his knees, bursting out in tears, clinging to his fist so that his knuckles turned white.
Wynn finally arrived on the scene and came to a halt next to Prince Deacon, that was still on his knees. Wynn leaned over with his hands on his knees, catching his breath.
Prince Deacon looked over at him. "You are too late."
"Maybe," Wynn started, but he did not have enough breath to talk, so he requested a mind link connection.
'Maybe if you did not cut our connection off for good, then I would have been able to reach you the moment the Raven told your parents about you and Emily,' Wynn mind linked him, sitting down and then falling backward, looking up at the dark sky.
"Raven?" Prince Deacon asked.
'Kerraelas,' Wynn mind linked him.
