-No, Faith! So, my dear. Even your father will agree to hand it over to me. It is not inappropriate for a bride to please her promised husband.
She managed with horror to turn away from the face, fleeing the kisses that provoked anxiety and returning to fight against him, noting with horror that the man was beginning to get excited by her refusal. Kaios had managed to interpret the reaction in the worst possible way, believing that the young woman just wanted to be flattered and provoked. Her dowry was a fantastic fortune with the family's prosperity in the Navy business. He would soon be a member of the Court of Succession.
His hands went down her body, tearing with fury and without the patience to touch the soft skin. Perhaps with luck, that girl was in her bed before dawn. Regan was your friend. She had advised him to make sure that William did not find ways to break the contract. Faith stiffened as she felt her hands on the lap of her breasts trying unsuccessfully to close the dress.
-Kaios, no! Stop!
-Come on, don't be silly. You will like it and not even care afterwards. - He guaranteed excitedly.
Faith was baffled by his behaviour. It could only be the effect of the drink. Even so, she managed to capture his intentions with panic as the man intensified his unwanted caresses. It was a natural reflection of her latent ability that emerged in the situation in which she found herself. Willian had managed to hide from almost everyone that Lizandra was a witch.
Except that Faith's gift at that moment surfaced with intensity driven by anger. It was not an object to be treated so reprehensibly.
She was possessed. She unconsciously channelled the anger, absorbing the energy around it and projecting it in defence. Kaios would have thought carefully about his intention when he saw the brightness that lit the eyes of the woman who was his betrothed. They gleamed with silver. A sorcerer could not be touched against his will. He walked away with his hand burning with intense pain. Faith attempted to recompose the livid outfit.
She needed to get out of there. She wanted ...
-Your bad blood whore. - Kaios cursed at the limit of patience. - Never a woman dared to refuse me. Who will say a bastard like you?
His hand came down violently against Faith's face and she fell dizzy and without action. At that moment, it didn't matter if everyone discovered her bloodline. Fear and anger dictated his emotions. It wasn't fast enough to try to get away. The man knelt beside her furiously, tearing the rest of the front of her dress, showing off her underwear without hiding the look of greed.
She tensed even more and began to project all the anger and revolt that fueled her fear in a violent and unexpected onslaught so strong that a terrible cold enveloped her. The man opened his eyes in surprise before falling to the floor thrown against the opposite wall.
The noise would be enough to get the attention of the castle's inhabitants, but Faith was unable to move.
Her body did not obey any will in the bewildering confusion her mind was experiencing. The magic surfaced ahead of time and her mental scream echoed loudly
.-But what the hell ... - a thick voice echoed in the silence of the place and a torrent of plagues soon broke out loud.
Philip Morgan hoped to rest and perhaps sleep before dawn.
The prepared Black Coral awaited only the last shipments of food. The Morgan family was characterized by black hair and height. His almond-shaped eyes, however, exhibit only irritation at the scene. He observed Kaios with evident disgust as he always did before the Sucessorium and then or a critical look fell on the girl huddled on the floor. Perplexity surfaced in his mind, recording what was happening there.
It was unacceptable that a guest had violated his family's hospitality by forcing a young woman to submit to his whims. A second look made him stop even more astonished. Was it Faith? It was impossible! The shrunken girl had her eyes fixed and too big on her pale face. The front of the dress was torn and she was shaking with shock.
Since when had the girl who always got in the habit of irritating you with her antics become such a girl?
He was always busy with the ship's tasks and under orders from the Navy. Her hair tousled and loose fell in a black and shiny waterfall. Naturally, he had heard that with his refusal to accept a marriage commitment, the Council would provide another suitor. He had declined Willian's offer because he did not intend to have a child as a wife. Only the young woman lying on the floor and curled up resembled nothing like a child.
-Faith !! Did he hurt you? - managed to ask after the initial moment of shock.
She was unable to respond and gave in to a fit of uncontrolled crying as she threw herself into the strong arms, seeking refuge. Her unexpected attitude took Philip by surprise again. He could see the body contracting in anticipation.
It was by no means a child. Only Kaios had no right ... God! It would be another terrible argument after all the fuss Morgan had created with the elders.
-He ... he ... wanted ... - Faith sobbed loudly, unable to stop the tears.
The man sighed deeply, not wanting to imagine the repercussions of the seriousness of the situation. Would need to tell Will. Only it wouldn't be long before more people arrived. Another detail was also a frustration. Philip was a wolf. The place resonated with intense, centralized magic. It was a girl. How had Will managed to hide even from the Council that his daughter had the gift of magic?
He could swear mentally. If he were responsible, would have made the right decision and shouted by the sentinels on guard to stop the girl. She was a natural enemy, but she had grown up among them. A glance at the girl made him understand astonished that he was not going to do that.
-I know what this plague wanted, girl. - His words revealed intense annoyance.
"Do you want to explain to me how foolish it was to be alone with such an unfortunate person?"
Phil was starting to get angry. Rays! Faith couldn't be that naive to know that she needed to protect herself. It was reasonable that she was not worried when she was in the company of Jackie, Michael or Morgan. None of them would hurt her. She was a lady of lineage and the daughter of an elder. The bulky dowry always attracts men of questionable character. Suddenly it frustrated and irritated him terribly.
She did not refute the words, lowering her mortified head.
- Fix the dress. I need to get you out of here before comments come up. - His warning came, however, more mildly.
She doesn't move.
-He is ...
Despite everything, Philip smiled.
-Relax. No, he is not dead, although I did not have the opportunity to teach him good manners. - He commented with evident contempt.
Faith's unhappiness was complete.
Everyone was going to find out. There was missing Cassie and everything. Another fit of tears startled her. The dress had a miserable tear. It was impossible to hide the bodice. Anyone who looked would think horrors. Her hands were shaking as she tried to straighten her clothes. Usually, she was not in the habit of crying. But even with her restless temper, the Council managed to make her shudder.
-Come on, Faith.
-He ... it's all wrong. All wrong. - She repeated in shock. –Morgan, I need to tell Richard ...
Philip smiled. Maybe it was the perfect time to give the hurt older brother a little push. Richard was naturally going to get revenge on Cassie and have fun with Faith.