Page 41 of The Hellbeast's Betrayal

“Jared, let go of him.” Something he snarled at me for. But then the Viking grinned, now glancing down and making us both look to see a blade in his hand with the tip against Jared’s gut.

“Tyr! Put down the blade!” I shouted in panic.

“Why don’t you run along and let us men handle this,” Tyr replied, making me gasp in anger.

“What the fuck! What are you, from the Middle Ages?!” I snapped angrily.

“Walk away, Ella, and let me deal with this,” Jared warned seriously, making me scoff.

“Jesus Christ, you’re both idiots! Tyr, you helped me and protected me, and I really appreciate that, but Jared’s my man and that isn’t going to change. But of course, me saying this isn’t good enough for either of you to act like grown ass men, is it?!” I said, and when neither man backed down, I just lost my shit even more.

“Okay, fine, you want to beat the crap out of each other, go right ahead, but clearly, neither of you actually gives a shit about how I feel, oh no, you’re both just too wrapped up in proving whose dick is bigger!” I shouted, walking off while still ranting.

“Meanwhile, I have been through enough shit to last me a fucking lifetime but hey, you guys want to do this now, fucking go ahead but while you’re at it, know that… I DON’T WANT TO DANCE WITH EITHER OF YOU!” I screamed furiously, now stomping back to the tent because I was seriously pissed off. However, the second I stepped inside, I soon had something else to be pissed off about.

Like the sight of a black figure lurking over our bed with his back to me. But more than that…

It was the hand that was quickly held over my mouth as I was dragged backwards…

Into the night.

15

THE, IT’S NOT YOU, IT’S ME SPEECH

“Ssshh, stay calm, I am not here to hurt you.”The second the voice spoke I tried not to gasp in his hand, because it was a voice I recognized. But this wasn’t all, I then saw Koro approach and when he saw me locked in another man’s arms, he didn’t even flinch. Instead, he walked closer and asked,

“Where?”

“Inside their tent.”

Again, I wanted to know if my mind was playing tricks on me, making me desperate to turn around and face him. The next thing I knew, was that there was a commotion coming from inside our tent before Koro emerged, dragging out the hooded figure. But then I spotted what else he had in his hand, making me shriek when the hand was lowered from my mouth.

“Is that a dead snake?!”But then I quickly turned around and snapped, “Orson, what the hell are you doing here!?”

His handsome grin was his only reply.

“He is working with me,” Koro informed me.

“Yeah, I know, he’s your brother,” I stated, folding my arms as I waited for my explanation.

“He’s not my brother… wait, why does she think that?” Koro asked, the lengths of material that bound his hands now tightening on the prisoner’s neck.

“Because she overheard my phone call with you when we were searching for her in the mortal realm, which was what made her run from me at the gas station,” Orson replied in an exasperated tone, making me close my eyes, shake my head, and lift my hands up to say,

“Wait, wait, wait… so let me get this straight, neither of you are the bad guy?”

“No,” Orson stated firmly.

“Then what about him?” I asked, pointing to the hooded figure trying to struggle his way free of the much larger Koro.

“Well yes, he is,” he replied, making me look back to Orson.

“But you’re not?” I asked, making him grin down at me once more.

“No, I was sent to protect you and if anything was to go wrong, I was to get you to your sister… but then you stole my truck and my wallet and took off to fuck knows where,” Orson said, recalling the last time I saw him.

“Ah yeah, sorry about that,” I said sheepishly, because yeah, I had totally done all that.

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