the law of destiny -
Author's note
Two years after the Battle of the Siege ...
Somewhere in the seas of Ravlen ...
It was supposed to be just another attack.
That ship brought goods from witch hunters. That simple. She was a Primordial. The older ones called them mestizos. She had skills in both magic and shape-shifting. How long ago did she know what it was like to assume the animal form?
-Go away! The schooner will explode. Your destiny is not the same as mine! the hoarse voice echoed.
Zagorra. She looked at him and the world seemed to crumble around him.
How could she get the old man out of there, mon Dieu?"
-I'm going to get us out of here," she assured him, hiding her fear. Her hand touched the old man's chest in simple magic. Ah, it was a deadly wound. Not even their magic could deceive death. It was only delaying the inevitable. The sweet smell smothered her for a moment. A light breath of thirst ... Using magic like that ...
She was the daughter of a traitor. A murderer who had for many years spread a reign of terror among wolves in the war that wizards waged. Part witch, part wolf. not even fetishists or wolves, after all, ceased to fear its presence. Left to die when destiny decided otherwise by placing it to live hidden with the enemy of its kind. Cassie kassuim had survived
-. Girl! -Zagorra spits blood from his mouth. - You need to leave. When the fire reaches the cellar with powder ...
The ship will explode. "Malédiction. When I found Corner ... "
She burned with anger at the thought ...
- I will not abandon you! - protested angrily.- I can get us both out of here. I know I can. Magic ... I can ...
Silence.
Zagorra sighed.
-Might. -The doubt was evident in his voice.
Mixed-race women had extraordinary power. Their blood contained ancient magic. That had been the problem.
- Even a wizard knows that there are limits to the use of magic, girl. Dried veins, girl. It has the same limitations as wolves.
-You're saying that because ... Diables! - She sighed. In fact, he was right. The magic she invoked was beginning to consume her own life force. - I am no longer a girl who does not know how to do magic.
It was also terribly true.
The awakening ... It was a terrible feeling that everyone was afraid of her. Cassie could capture the emotions ... That had been the beginning of the problems with the Council of Elders. And then that man ...
-L'enfer, Zagorra! - The outburst came desolate. - I need your help. She ... she's alive. You heard what they said ... Are you going to leave me alone?
Faith... Cassie closed the eyes.
-Transformed. - Zagorra corrected very seriously.- Forget it. Leave your stubbornness and ask the wolves for help
Wolves ?!
Ask him for help?
Ah, power was not used with impunity. The Pieces of 4 ... Changing reality ... changing memories around people ... She had done everything that was most forbidden. Interfering with the destination line ... She had had the opportunity to save that man's life. Not at all.
-He'll remember if you tell him who is...- Zagorra held a groan.- I know the pack. Wolves never abandon yours, girl.
She...She rolled her eyes impatiently. Wanted to scream that no ... Except that the mark on her body burned in an alert warning. It had his mark on it.
-We discussed that. He has a ...- She wouldn't think about Mayra ... It meant very little to him. Inwardly, a treacherous little voice stabs your hopes. She had expected everyone to forget her, but he ... He didn't know who she was!
A new explosion filled the air with smoke. The ship would not be slow to sink.
-You can't save me. You know. I'm going to die!
He was inevitably going ... She flinched.
The Duke's Revenge ... That day the cursed ship would once again collect the dead souls in the seas of Ravlen. A lich. The thought alone brought a chill. There were creatures in their world that humans should never know about. Ichichos and Graves.
The lady of the visible and the invisible was not challenged ...
Hecate was a vindictive goddess.
Jack-Will had sentenced an entire race to fall. Stealing the Cross from the ways of the goddess ... Only Hecate interfered with the line of destiny drawn by the moires. The smoke was suffocating and spreading over the deck. She couldn't even feel the hand anymore. The body was beginning to go numb.
"I'm using more magic than I can."
-Let me go, child. Your path is not the same as mine.
She was going to protest strongly. Only time seemed to stop. There was actually no air. The intensity of the emotions she managed to capture suddenly stabbed. Were they cannon shots?
-They are shots ... I know those double guns. It's the Black Coral. My prayers were answered.
The green eyes looked at him in disbelief. Prayers ?! Zagorra certainly raved.
It couldn't be Black Coral. The captain of that fluyt ... he was the Commodore of the Navy. It was also ...Mon Dieu!
"What do I do?!
The privateer's hand grasped her with surprising strength. There he did not show the face of the injured body, but the strong spirit he possessed.
-It's him. I can feel. You won't be alone. Will ask for your help!
Ask for help? And what else?
"You know, I just changed the line of reality a little bit. Little thing. Nobody noticed. You weren't supposed to forget who I was. Never trust or make pacts with a lich. Ah, there were also ichichos and a Burial. Nothing more. Are you going to be very angry with me?"
It was Philip Morgan who commanded the tiller of the Corsican Armada vessel. He was a commodore. He was the leader of his people. He was an alpha. Wolves were engaged in trade at sea as humans never liked to trade with them.
What about her?
She was Kassuim. Usually, people called her Cassie. She was the clumsy, troublesome boy who knew how to handle swords and pistols better than many men. She had grown up among them. It was mixed-race.
Her eyes glowed blue with a glittering intensity. She carried the mark of that alpha on her skin.
It was by the oldest law of wolves his mate.
That the way everything begins...
Ravlen- Sea somewhere
Two years after the Battle of the Siege
Philip Morgan O'HARA lowered the scope and looked at the small schooner from a distance.
Morning Star attacked the vessel. He could smell gunpowder in the heavy air. He watched the armed battles in an attempt by the crew, who carried the contraband, to save the precious cargo. A burden he could well imagine his destiny: Chabone.
At the last moment, his mind was invaded by the memory of impeccably smooth skin, wavy and unruly hair, and tempting lips that looked like roses. The smell of blood, gunpowder, and sea had given way to another: delicate, intoxicating, and disturbing. Morgan had never been able to decipher the scent of that perfume that took his mind off it. The essence of an untouched, mysterious, and indecipherable woman.Two years ...
He was finally back in Chabone. He longed to see her again. Touch her skin, hug her, and hear the voice. He sighed in dismay. That angel of mercy that had saved his life had simply disappeared. Without any trace.
- Morgan, where's your head?- A man has asked you several times what the orders are.- Michael complained, visibly annoyed. - We are practically in the middle of a fight and you there ... Heaven! It's her, isn't it?
Morgan grunted in disgust.
The words of Michael, the younger brother, put him on alert. His gaze returned to Star. Heavens! Who commanded that ship in Thalagar's absence? Didn't see that the vessel was dangerously close to the rocks that could damage the wood? That ship carried more than a hundred privateers loyal to the Navy.
- So, man? Do I send the men to take the approach shots? - Adam, the little brother teased. Philip Morgan still couldn't believe it.
Those orders ... Hell! He was a captain. A damn commodore. The Black Coral was one of the best-armed fluty corsairs had as well as the Black Gaia. It was a large vessel with a crew that could accommodate two hundred men and one of the most powerful in the navy with its forty guns and flamethrowers. However, he had been reduced to a boy's dry nurse, probably irritating. He tried unsuccessfully to recall the image of the boy.
-Come on, man. Make up your mind! Or you will end up showing damaged material to the future Mrs. Morgan. If ... And I'm emphasizing this time ... If you find her ...- Michael teased. - That girl doesn't exist, man. I've already told you. The brothers laughed.
-Hummm ... - Adam participated in the provocation. He was the little brother.- You did manage to lose your wife after ... It was just hallucinations, man. Fever sometimes does that.
Morgan shot them both a hard look
.- Either you order them to shoot or you better move the fluty away. These waters are treacherous. Look at those waves of foam ... - Michael appealed seriously.
The warnings put Morgan on alert. The submerged rocks presented problems.
This was no time to let anything distract him. He raised his arm to the helmsman and ordered them to supply the mortars at his command. The acrid odor of gunpowder filled the air. Morgan wondered how many times he had been in that situation. Soon his name would be indicated to the command of the Corsican Navy. For a moment he remembered the worst danger he had ever faced in his life. The ambush. He was injured and his vision was impaired. didn't see it.
The images were confused and distorted. Someone had surprised his attackers. Well, he had survived it all and now he just needed to complete the last mission before taking the lead. Soon his exile would end.
But why the hell had William charged him to look after his youngest son? His orders were to place Kassuim in the custody of the Black Coral and then take him safely to the Scarlet domain. Only then could he enjoy the approaching winter. And look ..
.-There is something wrong! It was hell.
Once again Michael's voice brought him out of his daydreams.
-Morgan!
-What?
-Of course, there is something wrong.
The schooner will sink.
They are leaving the deck. Why did he sense problems? It was his wolf instinct. He looked through the spyglass at the young boy who was still fighting on the deck. His worst fears were confirmed when the privateers started looking for the longboats to get away from the schooner.
The Star, however, was too close.
It had been a mistake to leave the command of the ship to the first mate. How Thalagar could tolerate that Spaniard was a mystery. His lover was...
-So? What will we do? asked Adam, approaching the rail. - It doesn't make sense to attack. The attack is over.
They are already cutting the approach hooks. Except for the last focus of the fight. Morgan clenched his jaw on the deck. The schooner was badly damaged; it made water for sure. He looked again at the small silhouette who was fighting. Suddenly bothered.
Who was that man?- I know that. Morgan sighed through his teeth.
- This means that since Star does not need reinforcements, we will only need to go onboard and rescue Kassuim.
Why didn't he believe it was going to be as simple as it looked?
-Do you mean looking for your new pupil? -Michel sneered again.
The brother's words evoked a dark picture. Against his customs and habits, old Will had said nothing about his own son. Except it was temperamental. He sighed again in resignation. He imagined a troubled, irresponsible, and at least womanizing teenager. What other reason would lead the father to ask for a favor like that?
A loud explosion went through the air in a deafening noise. Fires of light began to spread across the deck of the drifting schooner.
- Come on, cheer up. It can't be that bad! - Adam tried to encourage.
Agh. It was bad.
It was certainly very bad.
The boy was sure to be rebellious with his orders. He nodded quietly, tense, and determined. Although he did not want that mission, that boy was an answer to his prayers. Finally the command of the Navy. Soon he would be back in his homeland. And before he intended to find his beautiful fugitive. It was just a matter of time.
-Down the anchor! -his thunder voice echoed.
He could feel the anticipation of the battle heating his blood. He had waited so long for that moment. As a commander, he would spend more time on dry land. He would have enough time for what he had most wanted in the past year. was going to find that girl. hadn't dreamed of anything else in two years. Now that it seemed close to its goal everything was unreal. That woman would be his. wouldn't listen to the brothers' games.
The hand involuntarily touched the pocket of the doublet. With the embroidered scarf. Cassie. He would find it, even if it was necessary to sniff it. Morgan looked around.
The privateers were happy and smiling with the expectation of a season on land. It felt like a paradise coming back from a long time of fighting in the seas of Ravlen. What would she feel for him? Did she still remember the promise he had made to her? Two years.
This seemed to him to have been endless.
It was clear that those weeks would have meant something to her. What would have driven her to flee? He told himself that she feared to force him to keep that promise. A satisfied smile came over his face. Under the laws in Chabone, that girl would legally be his wife. He hadn't told the brothers that. It would be enough to find her. Ah, it wasn't just delusions caused by fever. He had absolute confidence in convincing her to leave with him this time. Perhaps an elderly parent would stop her.
Well, he was willing to fix everything.
As soon as he had her in his bed again, he intended to seduce her to drive her crazy with pleasure. Just thinking. Morgan felt a wave of pleasure shake the body. Two years without any relationship with other women had driven him almost crazy. The obsession with that woman had become so fixed that sometimes couldn't think of anything else. He would find and conquer her.
-So why don't you just go after your pupil? asked Michael. - Then you can continue to search for your mysterious lady.
"Maybe this time I'll be luckier. It is always better to sniff and hunt."
-Why don't you just take your time with Mayra this time? Don't you think someone else was going to meet this beautiful lady?
Morgan contracted his features.
He didn't want to think about his clan's responsibilities. He was the leader of the wolves. By right, Richard was the firstborn and legitimate heir, but he had abdicated his position after Faith's tragic death. The first vivid memory he had was the smell of her. That untouched woman's perfume seemed to permeate the air. imagined how intended to kiss her ... And then ...
-Ah, you fool in love! - Michael was laughing again. "Wouldn't it be better to find your pupil for now and forget your beautiful lady a little?" If she even exists ... I still think it's losing all judgment ...
-Michael, I am warning ...
- Well, shut up.
- Love is beautiful. It can't be that bad looking after a little boy.
What can go wrong?
Zagorra was nowhere visible on the Star's deck and no one knew where the African was or had seen him. And as for Corner ... Morgan sighed with deep displeasure. The Spaniard was nervous and agitated. It was clear that he lied.
Where the hell was the damn boy? Damn, that was a ship. Unless...His attentive gaze was once again diverted to the schooner that was now mostly burning.
Fireballs spread over the fallen masts, fed by the sails. A final fight was taking place there in a surprising way. Two men faced each other indifferently to the vessel that was ready to explode and amid the flames. The taller figure roared an unfortunate ax with skill forcing his enemy to retreat. It moved in circles, making a deadly conference beam around it. Another detail now aroused his curiosity.
It was indeed impressive the skill of that other warrior to deliver blows and his agility in deflecting his light, low and thin body from the blows of the ax. He wielded swords with both hands. It was certainly new and quite reckless. Maybe a boy. His anger was blinded when he faced an uncomfortable first mate very seriously. With all the devils! Kassuim was not at Star. Wasn't he on the ship because he simply dared to challenge his life when facing an ax? He was going to kill that boy.
That is if the unfortunate man managed to survive. The boy stepped back and fell. Suddenly the flames prevented the sight of the unexpected combat. Morgan stiffened in anger as he turned to Corner.
- Well, after all, it looks like the damn kid doesn't have as many lives as a cat. Conor's laugh was one of satisfaction. Morgan clenched his fists close to his body in anger as he mastered the irrational desire to beat that man. Curse! The unfortunate vulture had left the boy aboard the schooner adrift. Was it clear that it would be easy to rescue Kassuim? What work could a young, undisciplined boy do you? Conor's satisfaction was outrageous."
"Didn't you expect the boy to be good with swords?" Morgan was grinding the words.
The Spaniard's eyes widened.
- Yes. Whatever. He may even have practice with swords, but he doesn't fight an ax. Not without broken or severed bones.
The captain rolled his eyes even more dissatisfied. couldn't see the boy with the altar flames that burned on the deck. It felt like hell. He hardly remembered that boy during the Navy meetings. Faith still spent part of the year on dry land in the Scarlet castle when she was alive, but that boy ...
Ah, he had practically grown up on board the ship. There were comments, of course. The boy had a short temper, troublemaker, and was an excellent swordsman. A new, deafening crash echoed. The acrid smell of gunpowder and sulfur filled the air. Again, the smoky figure supported blows the same way he attacked and that was certainly a raptor. Morgan was amazed. He himself was known for his skill with swords, but that boy ... His reflexes and agility ...
He could even be a wolf because they didn't look human. He could easily match his skills in battle. It was going to be a pleasure to discover that. If there was an opportunity and the boy didn't kill himself before. Ah, Morgan had heard the recklessness of Blackwill's youngest son several times. What did William imagine?"
"There's something else you didn't tell me when you asked to look for your son, Will."
- Put the damn dinghy down again.- His cold, clipped voice roared through low, startled murmurs."
-But the schooner is going to explode, at best to sink ...-Corner protested impatiently and crossly.
Morgan glared at him, and his eyes for a fleeting moment glowed black.
-It wouldn't be providential, would it? -he asked coldly.
The thick smoke between the wreckage of the schooner made it very difficult to see. Morgan scanned the perimeter's sharp gaze until he was drawn to the crow's nest. Surprised to admire astonished. Ah, the boy was good, really good. The boy crossed the boom. The lower lintel attached to the aft of the mast that served as support for the sail mat was covered with enviable balance. The rest of the fallen candles were already fuel to increase the devastating fury of the flames.
"Come on, boy. Jump! "Morgan watched the scene in silence and expectation.
" Come on, dive. This is going to explode and you don't want to be there to watch. "
The ship was going to explode as soon as the fire reached the powder kegs in the holds. Otherwise, it would sink before.
- The unfortunate will not make it. It is a pity. - The first mate commented with feigned regret.
"What are you waiting for, boy?"Michael's hand touched his shoulder, awakening him from his thoughts.
- Morgan, if the boy succeeds, the ship will bring him to the bottom of the sea as soon as he sinks. We need to get the Star out of here. The captain swore several times.
So much fighting spirit. He hoped the boy would survive and suddenly he didn't know why it mattered so much. But the boy for some reason was still there, next to the largest mast, without any reaction. What slowed him down? Morgan's mind wandered. He resembled the rubble of Glenhouse Castle after the attack. It was hell on earth, the unbearable heat of the flames that destroyed the place, and yet Blackwill had not given up.
Lizandra was dead. Will was desperately looking for his young son. Kassuim was still a child. They were about to leave the place. He himself went through what was left of the majestic castle hall, coughing and gasping with the smoke that burned his lungs when he saw it. The child had too big eyes on the sooty child's face and caught in the flames.
Morgan had tried in every way to persuade the little one to come closer, but nothing seemed to attract the attention of those eyes wide with dread until finally, he managed to rescue him. The shocked child trembled and gasped for air in his arms."Come on, boy. Don't look at the fire and just jump!"
- I sent the boy to abandon the ship. Corner was irritated. - I can guarantee a good lash ...And
Morgan snarled before cursing loudly, displaying pure fury at his nearly two meters in height. The Spaniard was hateful. Personally, he had nothing against Thalagar and his preferences. Corner ...
In general, the Spanish preferred the company of young boys, although he did not dispense with the pleasures of a woman. Curse. That boy certainly knew that to irritate that damn vulture. Or else he had sparked that man's sadistic interest. And the idea repudiated him. Will's concerns were not without reason. Where the hell was Zagorra?
Another explosion and the captain stepped back, surprised by the intensity of the flames, issuing orders.
- Check for survivors and collect.
- But, captain! - Corner cursed his luck. - The boy must be probably dead.
Morgan heard nothing. The Star was too close to the schooner and its wreckage was sinking. An unnecessary recklessness. Wreckage flew through the air and the sea was a heap of boards, candles and cables, and wood. He then saw. The boy in a swinging jump propelled his body into the dark, cold waters of the Ravlen Sea. Certainly hurt. He turned his fury on Corner.
- Can you explain the reason for leaving the boy there? Where in the hell is Zagorra? he growled furiously at Michael's resigned look.
-I didn't abandon the useless kid. When I put my ...
Morgan's hands grabbed Corner by the collar of his shirt, sending the rest of his prudence flying. The first mate breathed between strokes suspended several inches in the air, feet dangling
.- I usually advise only at once. - The captain hissed. His eyes no longer displayed the deep blue of the sky. He was a wolf, he was furious, and his gaze was dirty and black as the night in shining menace. - You won't get close to that boy. Kassuim is under my protection. The boy is protected from the wolves, was I clear enough?
The dull thud of the dinghy reached his ears when he was thrown overboard again. And Morgan could deliver a rosary of endless plagues. Ah, Zagorra was Will's trusted man. would certainly be dead to explain that disturbance and uproar. What better opportunity to get rid of unwanted members of a ship than during an approach?
-The boy is in trouble, Captain. The poor boy you imagine rescuing does not exist. Corner gasped with difficulty. - I told Thalagar. Strange things happen around that kid. This wretch has complete freedom on this ship."
"Strange things happen around ...".
Morgan's eyes met Michael. How did strange things happen?
- And why wouldn't he have freedom? he snarled suspiciously.
Exactly what kind of strange things?
-Ah, with all the hells!- Things happen. The ship even seems to be haunted by spirits. Things disappear. Thalagar seems to have gone mad. He was a strong, manly man. Then he started mumbling around the ship. They say that Kassuim cursed or poisoned him, or both.Corner could only be teasing him.
Will would have told. He was ruminating on the most furious words yet. He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. It just wasn't possible. There hadn't been one of them in years.
Was the boy a ...?"No, definitely not.
"You are imagining things, old man. It is impossible."
Morgan took a deep breath. So probably the boy's tumultuous genius had run into his cousin's aggressive temper. It was not a surprise.
- Maybe it was too much opium that Thalagar likes so much. -Declared dry. - Thalagar never treated the least favored without cruelty. I don't feel sorry for him. -
Actually, he hated him. It was no coincidence that the curse had not manifested itself in the man's blood. Thank goodness the unfortunate was not a wolf that assumed the change of form.
-I'm warning you. Be careful. The kid does not obey orders. Corner insisted, breathing hard.
Morgan stopped in silence. The tide was incredible. Had the boy been accused of poisoning the captain? The accusations followed. Did Will know about the gossip on that deck? Why did he start to believe so? The rest of his patience evaporated. He raised Corner even higher in the air, and this time the man was really suffocating under his hard, relentless gaze, both from his difficulty in breathing and from his fear.
- Thalagar's misfortunes are not in question. You intended to get rid of the boy. Where is Zagorra?
There was no secret about Thalagar's attentions.
However, Corner had always been his protégé. That boy was, in fact, reckless in measuring strength with the Spanish.
-This ... and is it suggested that I killed him? - Corner ignited. - I have Thalagar's protection on this ship."
"Of course, since you are the captain's lover, disgraced."
Morgan's smile was cold.
- You were the one who spoke ...
-This ... Are you threatening me?-Morgan rolled his eyes.- I don't usually threaten. I prefer to resolve issues in a practical way. The boy is still a child.
-Child ?! - Corner shouted spit the word out.
Corner quivered with hatred. Only an insane person would have the recklessness to object to Philip Morgan. That man was one of the four Navy commanders. It could make your life hell. Ah, damn Kassuim. He would have gladly killed the boy, but Zagorra had placed himself in front of his protégé when he had fired the musket.
-They had offered a fortune for the boy's body.- I'm innocent. - He protested. He grunted. - I didn't touch that boy.
It was unfortunate, but it was also the purest truth. He liked a lot of young guys. Thalagar had warned him several times to stay away from Kassuim.
-Zagorra hindered the plans?
Michael shook his head as crossed his arms. The heated argument finally lost the captain's attention. He unceremoniously dropped an awkward Corner when a small figure was brought on board by Coral men. As the boy approached, members of the Star quickly moved away. It gave the impression that they avoided any proximity as if the boy were ill. Morgan frowned. Rays! How old should that boy be?
If little brother could be almost the same age. Only Adam already showed height and muscles developed in surprising growth. But that creature? It was just a boy! Low height, slender body, and terribly small shoulders. The loose, wet clothes only accentuated the fragile appearance. His sooty face showed strained features despite the look that shone with a fierce hatred. Kassuim saw nothing. He saw nothing but Corner.
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He had killed Zagorra. He ignored all the pain, biting her lips hard. The pain was tearing every time she breathed. The improvised dressing was not helping much, yet only anger guided her. Corner was going to pay. The stone around her neck started to heat up.
Ah, they were going to find out she was a woman. And much worse. They were going to know that she was a witch. It wasn't going to make a difference. She was going to end up bleeding to death.
- Corner ... I ... I will ...
Morgan intercepted her path and wrinkled his nose at the sweet smell that reached nostrils immediately. It was blood and something else.
-Are you injured or is it combat blood? His thunderous voice echoed through the ship.
Kassuim first saw him. Completely shocked and inactive.
- How?-She stopped petrified.
She gasped as if she had been struck by lightning, forcing herself to take a deep breath. Everyone there was watching her and the tension was almost palpable. She wanted a hole to open under her feet.
"I wanted...I wanna die!"
A few meters away, the thick ropes wrapped around the ground shook. Nobody noticed. She was staring at him in a trance. It was ... It was him! Without more, without less, her most secret dreams came true. It was terrifying.
"I'm going to die!"
She managed to think stunned.
He was tall. Her thick, dark, wavy hair swayed in the wind, illuminated by a breathtaking sky color. A red scarf was tied to his head. She saw with amazement the tainted features and those eyes that were watching with curiosity in a whirlwind of emotions. If only he had the faintest idea of the thoughts that invaded her.
The end of the free rope began to move, moving slowly, resembling a silent snake that slid across the floor. She had lost her voice. How long was it? Two years. It had been right after Faith's death. Her clothes consisted of a white shirt half-open, showing a tanned chest and defined solid muscles. The eyes roamed his thick, muscular, long legs under the black trousers until they stopped glued to the pair of high boots.
Wow! It was disproportionate as that man was still handsome and charming. She was going to find out. Any time. swallowed the lump in his throat or at least tried. Why didn't a hole open under your feet? She wanted to disappear. Heavens! He hadn't changed at all. The memories returned with the weight of a whip. had the burning sensation of a high fever.
Knives, pistols, and swords trembled still in their place under the next table, drawing Michael's attention for the first time. Kassuim looked up so she could overcome the difference of several centimeters to face him. A spell. She needed a quick spell to hide her own scent or memories. Oh, she couldn't remember any of them and her wolf weed supply was gone.
The knives trembled again as if they had a will of their own. And the rope, which resembled a snake, slipped quietly, approaching Corner. She experienced flashy memories. His hands- oh, not his hands, no-.The mouth- not the mouth, sir! And those eyes as deep as the sea - definitely not! This was becoming a nightmare. Where was your control?
He ... He sure should be hateful if he was with guys like Corner. She also tried to remember that should and needed to stay away from that man. It was Hecate's punishment. It was not working. He was handsome, really absolutely handsome, charming, and seductive. The devil personified. Her heart had gone up to her mouth.
She was noticing even the blue hue of the piercing eyes. It was sure to be a fever. It was probably burning. Or delirious. She bit her lip in embarrassment. was in serious trouble. It was definitely ... it was in trouble. He was going to recognize her. Why hadn't he done that yet? Was it a wolf? Well, maybe wolves weren't that good in the end.
-Do you understand what I say? Boy? - his voice reached her ears.
Boy! Boy!?
Was he calling she a boy?
It was like a freezing cold shower. She had an absurd desire to pull the devastating smile off with the nails of that mouth. How dare he? The only problem was that breathing was not returning to normal. Their hearts were beating so fast that they feared they could hear him. It was clear that he ... wouldn't he recognize her?
She didn't know what was worse, the frustration or the relief of not being discovered by the crewStar. Maybe she had one of those breathless attacks and was lucky. was going to die there in front of him. She was going to fall down with fulmination. How ... How did he not know who she was?
"I want to cry. I'm really going to cry. I want to die!"
Morgan raised an eyebrow at the boy's careful study with indulgence. He was certainly younger than Adam ... - his gaze fell on the small body - actually much younger. The body would naturally develop like any growing boy.
- So, boy? - he tried a little awkwardly. - Well, you certainly speak?
-And-and-and-me ...Kassuim rolled her mortified eyes. Why was nothing working that day? Was she stuttering? The girl shook her head, not believing it.
She hated that man.
Why hadn't he recognized her? Your appearance should be the worst. She could drop dead there on that floor. Perhaps an attack of breathlessness would relieve her of that inconvenience and embarrassment. It was enough to ignore the fast pulse and the heart that threatened to escape through the mouth.
Hadn't he really recognized her?
-Boy!
He was hateful! Detestable.
Ah, she hated that man. Or else could easily make him grind that hateful word. just wanted to sit and cry in your misery. That cut hurt ... And her explosive temper came naturally to that man. Oh, she absolutely hated him.
Only the appearance looked terribly masculine and primitive. Dangerous. She could feel the blood throbbing at his temples as he leaned on the handle of the anchor chain. no longer noticed Corner. He hadn't recognized her. She was satisfied, very satisfied with that. It didn't bother her at all.
Since when couldn't a bloody wolf sniff?"
" when he ... doesn't remember. Did you really think you meant anything to him? What were you expecting from a wolf?"
She was just a fool.
-Boy, you ...
She was going to kill that man. She was going... Had it meant nothing to him? The urge to cry was absurd. That cut was hurting. Much. She wanted to throw herself in his arms and suddenly be a woman. Just cry. Zagorra was dead. The idea was very pleasant.
-Boy...
-I AM NOT A BOY! - the voice finally came back and sounded an eighth louder than normal.