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In The Holding Cell: A Dream

ผู้เขียน: Nessa Ty
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2024-07-18 20:24:51

The confinement room smelled of disinfectant and spoiled cabbage, but it was just like Naomi had described it—not as bad as a dungeon.

There was a bed right in the middle of the room with a white bed sheet; comfortable at first sight. The room had double windows and there was a bathroom, small but neat.

It was okay, just like a holding cell. I could survive here till the investigation result came out. I had faith in Adam that he wouldn't let me rot in the cell.

Sitting on the bed after the little tour of about twenty minutes; after the intake of a cup of water which a guard had given me out of the blues, I felt dizzy. I was also tired of waiting for Adam who had promised to see me soon.

So, I decided to sleep. I was sure that the time was around 10pm, even though my phone had been confiscated by the guard, including my jewelleries.

Taking a deep breath, and muttering a prayer for the investigation to go in my favor, I shut my eyes and slept off.

I didn’t know how long I must ha
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  • Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets   in the caves ii

    ADAMShe was powerful.The thought struck me with the weight of inevitability, settling deep in my chest as I watched Sage stand there, her brow drawn tight after the priest's words. The faint rumble of the waters had not yet stilled. It lingered, vibrating through the chamber like an aftershock, as if the cave itself was reluctant to forget her presence.Powerful wasn't even the right word. She had made the waters move.My fingers curled slowly at my sides. That wasn't supposed to happen. Not without a trial. Not without a child stepping forward to be measured by fate and blood and bone. And yet the pool had stirred the moment she crossed the threshold, answering her like an old friend—or a subject recognizing its sovereign.Just like Dora.The memory rose unbidden, sharp and unwelcome. Six years ago, this same chamber. The same low hum. My wolf stirred. I told you. She is one and the same."No," I thought back immediately, almost violently. "That's not possible."It couldn't be. D

  • Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets   in the caves

    SAGEThe doctor's voice droned on like running water over stone—smooth, practiced, endlessly reverent."The goddess watches over this place," he was saying, hands gesturing toward the carvings as though they might rise and bow. "Every ritual, every trial, every drop of blood spilled here has been seen. Recorded."I nodded when nodding was expected. Tilted my head when he paused, as if inviting awe.Inside, I was bored.Not the restless kind of boredom that made you fidget or sigh. No—this was sharper, edged with irritation. I had heard variations of this sermon in a dozen places, spoken by men who believed reverence was the same as understanding. The goddess, the trials, the sacred balance. Always the same words. Always the same worship dressed up as wisdom.What occupied me far more than the doctor's monologue was the priest. His eyes had not left me.Not openly—not enough for the others to call him out—but enough. Too often. Too intent. His gaze didn't slide away when mine brushed

  • Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets   night stroll ii

    ADAMShe stopped.Not abruptly, not startled—but with a measured stillness that made the night lean closer, as if the world itself had paused to watch what would happen next.I halted too, my grip tightening unconsciously around her hand.For a breath, I simply stared at her.At the angle of her face as she turned slightly toward me. At the way moonlight softened the sharpness of her cheekbones. At her hair—dark, glossy, falling in a way that didn't quite sit right in my mind, as though some instinct deep inside me was whispering that this wasn't its true shade. Her eyes troubled me more. Too vivid. Too deliberate. As if she'd chosen them rather than been born with them.And yet none of that mattered. Because the feelings didn't stop.They hadn't stopped since the moment I'd been waiting in her living room, restless, irritated with myself, when she had walked in wearing that casual confidence like a second skin. They hadn't stopped when she teased me, slow and deliberate, her voice

  • Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets   night stroll

    SAGEThe night pressed close, quiet in that eerie, fragile way only fear can create. People had turned in early again. They hadn't left their lives to chance, or information, which was accurate really—vampires couldn't come in unless invited.Even with the magic dome holding strong over this part of the lycans' region, the air throbbed with the kind of silence that comes from shared dread. Doors bolted. Curtains drawn. Fires put out early. The vampires had made sure the entire kingdom slept like prey. Had made sure that rumors of their prowess had gone ahead of them. It was all according to the plan. Make the kingdom quake in its boots, to the point of surrender, if push came to shove.A kingdom, about to be destroyed…And here I was, strolling beside its king.Adam walked at my left, hands in his pockets, boots crunching over the stone path, maintaining the same silence. His energy brushed against mine, calm and restless all at once—like steady water trembling under a storm's appr

  • Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets   troubled iii

    SAGEThe candle flickered beside me, its flame swaying like it, too, was trying to resist sleep.On another night, I would have pinched it off, would have let go of the magic that had conjured it into existence, and sleep off too. But tonight was different. I was restless. I felt inadequate. Somehow, I felt unprepared for the task ahead, a task which was about to be upended by Darius and his group of ancients.If they came—and I was sensing that they would—I wanted to be ready. Although, how I would fight off a group of ancients, when one was enough to drain me of my magic, was beyond me.It was why I let the candle burn. Let its herby smoke slither into my nostrils; something that was supposed to calm me down.Supposed to..: because I couldn't stay calm.I exhaled loudly, looked at the ceiling, thenI dragged my gaze back to the spellbook, jaw clenched, breath softening as I forced myself—again—to focus. Power. I needed more of it. Real power. My own. Something I could rely on if El

  • Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets   troubled ii

    No one should have been in my quarters at this hour. The whole floor was silent–the kind of deep, controlled quiet that came only after every guard changed post and every unnecessary torch was extinguished.So when I heard a voice behind me, low and too damn casual, the muscles in my shoulders tightened before I even turned."Where are you going?"Noah stood in the doorway, arms folded, posture relaxed in that way that always hid calculation. The lantern behind him cast a thin rim of gold around his silhouette, making him look like a judgment sitting there with arms crossed.I exhaled through my nose. "For a walk."His brows rose. "In the middle of the night?""I needed air." I adjusted my cloak. "What are you doing in my quarters?"He shrugged like it was nothing. "Door was open.""That doesn't answer the question." My voice came out harder than I intended.He tilted his head, studying me with irritating amusement. "You didn't answer mine either."I moved past him, brushing the edge

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