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Is he delusional or could this be real?
I suppose if Gaia is willing to communicate with Lana for her piece in all of this, there could be other gods and goddesses out there with skin in the game.
I need to figure out that piece of the puzzle because if there reallyisa dark god answering his prayers, then Gaia have mercy on all our souls.
Sebastian isn't proving to be as formidable an opponent as I had thought he would be. At this point, I wouldn't blink twice if Anshar went into a rage and killed him. Sebastian brought Lana here and, for that, he deserves a long, drawn-out death.
I'd give anything to talk to Lana for just a few moments.
To tell her how sorry I am for not being able to fend him off.
To tell her how fiercely I love her.
To tell her that I'm not going to give up on getting her out of here.
I think of my brothers and hope they're forming a formidable plan to save her.
We need you, guys.
Ineed them. I need them to be here for her, for when the time comes.
I don't know if there’s any coming back for me after that.
Chapter Fourteen
Luke
We've had the dark witch in the dungeon for a week and she hasn't squealed once. Serenity spends her days and nights there, getting creative with her torture to pry the information from her, as we train with her mates.
I don't care to know what they've been doing to the witch this entire time. I believe that there are lines that we absolutely shouldn't cross and I don't know if they see those lines. From the way they come out of there every night, fuming about their plans failing, I'm afraid that they're edging towards a place that they can't come back from.
As we eat breakfast, I survey everyone at the table. Serenity stabs at hers with a violent aggression and I wonder if she’s imagining the dark witch’s head on the platter. Her mates seem completely at ease, unaffected by the existence of a prisoner they’re torturing or Serenity’s retreat into a place where she doesn’t talk at all, save for grunts and growls.
It’s easy to forget that they’re older than they appear. She’s been a ruler for decades so I suppose this isn't their first rodeo with having a prisoner.
Do we really know them at all? How far have they gone before to get what they want?
No. Wedoknow them. They’re the ones who took us under their wings. They’ve dedicated every moment we've been in their realm to train us. They’ve given us shelter and treated us as family.
I try to soothe my unease towards this whole situation, redirecting my thoughts to small talk. "So, what's on the agenda for today?"
Shockingly, Serenity is the one to answer, spitting out, "Today's the day we get information from that bitch."
My twin puts his silverware down and reaches for his juice, taking a big gulp before staring intently at the table, lost in thought. He hasn't been as chipper since he started joining them down there every night after finishing training. We already have our own internal demons to battle with and I worry he's just adding to the list by doing this.
When I brought my fears to Hale's attention, he looked at me grimly and told me that there’s nothing we can do. That there will always be sacrifices to be made and casualties to every war, clearly resigned to the turn of events.
I know, as our leader, he’s trying to be strong enough to guide us in the direction of getting Lana back but I saw the way his eyes flickered with doubt for a moment when he said that.
Zedd pipes up, placing his coffee on the table and folding his hands in his lap. "How do you plan on making that happen today?"
I don't know if I want to know the fucking answer to that.
Mischief dances in Serenity's silver eyes as she meets Zedd’s eyes with maniacal ones. I think she may actually be losing it. "That's for me to know and her to find out."
I can't fucking take this anymore."Do you think we might be crossing a line here, guys?" I ask a bit hysterically. All eyes turn to me as I commit myself to this, gesturing with my hands to emphasize the sentiment. "Yes, I do think there are justified reasons to do questionable things but there’s still a fucking line in the sand."
I draw an imaginary line on the table with my finger, pointing to one side. "Lana would not want us to cross this line, even in her name. Think of what that will do to the weight on her conscience that she already struggles with." I sit back into my chair and huff, pouting. "She already carries enough guilt as it is."
