Ira's PovI watch Linda make great effort in carrying every needed item as the angel Kings, Aruin and Thumas fixes the Sincarion's old boat by the seashore. A decision was made to pass by the mysterious Valley Of Good And Bad Counsel before making our way to witchelms. The valley is an Island a little far into the sea. And the angel kings cannot carry all of us. Linda took off her coat to reveal the tight top beneath. The thin fabric enhances the appearance of her small curves in a seductive manner.She leans too close to angel Adon as she hands him a nail and squats by his side as he hammers it into the wood, watching him do so intently like it's a rare phenomenon.It is a rare phenomena indeed, because I am sure those refined kings have never had to fix anything themselves, not even their own hair. It will be a miracle if we do not sink.Linda moves from King Adon's sude to King Tiras to hand over a knife to peel off some of the wood. She could choose to set the tools at one place
Ira's Pov"How can Lysandra have such potent powers? Witches have never achieved more than pathetic spells," King Tiras questions.He is right, witches have never been that powerful. Their aunt must have been truly enraged by her mate's betrayal, so much that she commited her entire life into gathering power and great forces in a quest for revenge. Her reasoning is greatly flawed though. King Osmund chose her sister, the deseased mother of the angel kings, over her. Yet all her hate and rage has been focused on her dead sister alone and the angel kings. How can she not see that it was her mate, King Osmund, who betrayed her first. If I were in his shoes I would have probably done the same. Sometimes, rejection is deserved. No one should have to love someone so wicked. Regardless of how much my ex-mates hurt and betrayed me, I would never do the same to anyone else undeserving in a hunt for revenge."Lysandra sought dark powers from the dark angel, Luminis. He has been locked in the T
Ira's PovJust like the bracelet, the necklace may be real but definitely not made of gold. I hate that they find it okay to play with my mind. Like I am just a weak fool to them."How kind of you to want me to have it?" I fake a smile as I take hold of the necklace and they all smile back. "It would look extremely good on your queen. You gave her a lot of real gold," I say."Our queen isn't actually beautiful or deserving of such," King Tiras replies."Oh, of course. She isn't a stupid commoner human," I say before ripping the necklace apart. Everyone gasps in shock as the pearls fall to the ground. There are no longer any golden beads as they were all illusions. Only old, cheap pearls scatter on the ground. "Ira . . . we just wanted to make you happy even though we are far away from our kingdom," King Adon lies. I reach into the pocket of my coat and take out the bracelet he gave me. "Were we not in your kingdom when you gave me this trash?" I toss it at his beautiful face. Heavy
Ira's Pov"I need to go back and save my friend from a trap," I say to the Sincarion, turning to head back."Come with me.""Those won't be necessary," he points at the cloaks. "I set the traps to catch Lysandra's spies. It's better I help free your friend without fouling the clothes of the mighty kings. Who knows how they will react?"I nod. Of course the angel kings wouldn't be pleased to wear the cloaks after we have used them to break Linda's fall. "Why did you set traps?" I question as he leads the way to the clearing."Lysandra and her followers hunts us too. Her dark spirits craves sacrifices of Sincarion kindred," he answers.So Lysandra is a common enemy of us both. I cannot speak for the angel kings as I am not honestly sure that they will remain on our side.I wonder what other illusions they have created to lie to me. Nothing seems real anymore. Getting a Sincarion was indeed the best decision I have made. If I am the one paying him, he works for me.I spot Lior and Thumas
Ira's PovWho would have thought that I would be the one to find a Sincarion? And not an ordinary Sincarion, but a strong one who likely knows how to fight. "I am Ira. It's wonderful to meet you, sir," I put on the sweetest smile I can master. "Ira, as in the poor mate of the angel kings?" the Sincarion questions.Poor? When did my unattractive wealth status become so public? Or is it not what he is referring to? The word poor can also mean pathetic. Which is a perfect description of what the angel kings made me look like when they thought that I was a useless human. "Yes, I was once the poor mate of the angel kings," I admit with a shrug of my shoulders."And now? What are you to them?" the Sincarion asks, walking closer."Nothing. We just happen to be chasing similar goals," I reply. "The witch you talked about, she has enslaved my father for his special blood. I seek to save him and the angel kings seek to kill her," I add. He is a Sincarion so lying isn't an option. I also int
Ira's Pov"She is such a clown!" Lior curses while still standing at the same spot. Does he care about her at all? I may dislike Linda but it is because of her herbs that I am alive. She did her best to save me after my mates almost killed me to impress the princess they desired. So I turn and rush towards the sounds of her screams. "No! Ira it's not safe for you to . . . " Lior's shout fades before reaching my ears as I run. The forest is dense, but there are tiny paths that one has to squeeze through. Linda's screams continue to guide me as I get closer. There is however no sight of her in front of me. "Ira!" her voice calls. But it sounds like she is shouting from heaven.I look up and finally see her, hanging up side down from a rope attached to a tall tree by one leg. She was caught by a trap? What happened to her werewolf agility? She cannot reach the rope while facing downwards and she is too far up for someone like me to offer help. "I will go back get help!" I shout at h