*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh’s POV*
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“Stop it. Please, stop.” I begged with my hoarse voice that could barely be heard, and the feeling of being broken is an understatement with what I feel right now.
I felt too much sorrow, anger, pain, but the worst feeling was being useless. I can’t save her. I can’t do anything to make her safe, to keep her away from pain and suffering. I can’t help but just watch her hurting and listen to her cries of agony. Even if she calls for my name, I can’t do anything to be with her.
I lifted my head to look at her, before me, chained, bleeding, and barely breathing while her head was down. My gaze turned to the man wearing a familiar ugly smirk on his face as he tossed and caught the silver dagger on
*Pryce Winsley’s POV* --- A bright light made by a witch shone on me, making me growl and squint my eyes. Magenta had taken me somewhere using her Mirak’s Crystal, and all I could hear were people cheering and howling of wolves, werewolves to be exact. We seemed to be in the middle of nowhere while there were trees all around us, and the moon shines to its brightest above us. Is this some kind of a stage or something I stood on? Where the heck are we? So, these are their followers, eh? I hissed when something suddenly burned both my wrists, ankles, and my neck, and the painful feeling was quite familiar. It’s silver chains again. Nothing new? Though it hurts, I don’t want to shift
*Pryce Winsley's POV*---“Ouch!” I yelped when I touched something hot when I tried to unchain Blair from the stupid chair, and I noticed its silver chain, but hot.“Sorry, Babe. I was trying to melt it.” Blair uttered, and I scoffed, “You could have just teleported out of that seat if you already got your powers back, you know?”“Magenta! How did… Get them back in chains, Asteria! The moon is about to get to its place!” Hera ordered, and I suddenly heard a faint whooshing sound and only to see that the redheaded witch was sending a charmed Octavia’s Crystal flying on Blair’s way.Oh, no, she’s going to bury it in her flesh. And I know it will put her back into powe
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh’s POV*---This. This feeling again? How many times do I have to feel this kind of ugly sensation within a day? Within this lifetime of mine? Why? I don’t even know if this is real or is this the same as that bullsh*t illusion I experienced earlier. Yet this is more hurting because I feel like this is really happening in the real world.I know I had seen this moment before, my mate being stabbed right in her chest from behind, and I did nothing to prevent it from happening. I am always useless, and I call myself her protector? The goddess was mistaken in choosing me to be Pryce’s mate. I always fail to defend her, save her, and ensure that she's safe when I am around her. I truly
*Pryce Winsley’s POV* --- “Oh, My Holy Sheemiyow! Who the---? Prycie? Is that you? Is that? Oh, gosh! Does this blood on the floor belong to you? What the bloody hell happened to you?” I heard my best friend’s panicking voice booming as she had just walked in the kitchen, and I turned my back from her, putting the frozen chunks of meat in my hold on the countertop. Then I shifted into my human-vampire form to talk to her properly. I winced in pain as I could still feel pang from my partly healed wound. “What in the world is happening? Why do you have all this blood on the floor? Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened? Let me see it!” She asked again, her eyes wide in surprise while looking at my torn gold armor
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV*---"What now, Princess? It's so sad to witness you being unable to do anything to save yourself. Don't worry. Damien will spare your life for last." The ugly witch taunted me, and I just laughed maniacally at her.Who the fudge is she kidding?"Oh, wow! Thank you. That's so sweet of you to worry about me. Truly! Now, should I begin to kneel, beg, and worship the king? Oh, I forgot, I cannot kneel. Why? Because my knees were under the ground already. Very funny! I'm on my knees! It's so funny. My veins could pop by laughing my ass off. Haha! Pathetic." I replied with the highest sarcasm I could offer her, and I saw how her left eye twitched in annoyance because, of course, she was not impressed.The
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh’s POV* --- “No! You cannot do this to me! You are going to pay---” Hera screamed in anger when her energy ball attack bounced back onto her, making her kneel when she was hit on her belly, but I cut her off, saying, “Hold up, Old Lady. Who’s the bad guy here? I don’t remember being kidnapped, tortured, and threatened with death was a bad deed. I mean… We were your victims. You should be the one paying the price you cost us.” I crossed my arms on my chest as I stood three meters close to where she was, imprisoned by the circle of salt, and she tried to send another attack by making a rock fly to my face, but it just shattered the moment it touched the boundary. “You killed my family! You took everything from me!” She belted and made some roots of the pla
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh’s POV* --- “Did you kill them all that quick, Mom?” I asked my mother in shock as I saw that not a single creature around us was on their feet. The Queen of the Northern Witches turned to me, making me flinch when I saw her eyes were black. And she seemed to be murmuring something. Hold on… what in the heck happened to her? Is she okay? Or did she do some epic magic that caused the enemies to fall to the ground in an instant? Her eyes slowly came back to their blue color, and I presume she’s in herself now. “Claude, dear, are you okay? I saw what happened to you here from Pryce’s mind. She went to us just a while ago, and we were so worried. Are you
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV*---“What’s the matter, Blair?” Pryce asked me, and I just showed her a sheepish smile.“Ugh, don’t bother telling me. I know you don't know how to do such a spell. Thankfully, we have you witch queen mother here to help us.” She sighed in a bit of frustration, and we both teleported to where my mom was to ask for help.We saw how the Queen of the Nwitches and the Vampire King fought the dominating hybrid challenger, and we took my mother’s attention to share our plan with her.She came closer to us, asking if we were okay. Then I let her read my mind to tell her what we wanted her to do secretly, and she nodded her head.