All Chapters of GINI: The Wicked Saviour: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The way Gareth studied the village, it was if he would pounce on Bola if danger hit. It seemed it felt so strange even for him to make him shut up. “The place looks clean,” Casandra said. She was standing on one of the windows now, looking into the room.“How then could they have evacuated so fast?” Bola asked. He still cannot understand what was going on.“I don’t think they evacuated,” Cassandra whispered. She was leaning over the door of one of the houses. She signaled them to come forward.“I think they are having some kind of close door meetings or something,” Cassandra concluded thoughtfully when Bola and Gareth came towards her. There were silent words emanating from the door. It was so silent that it could have gone unnoticed. Bola eased his hands away from his porch. It was a good thing to know that they were not in any danger.“Let’s look around the house and see if we can find a window,” Gareth whispered. The cloak of fear no longer held him captive. He was back to his nor

Sweet aroma of chicken and beef lurked on the evening air, keeping down the tension that was written on the faces of the men who sat on the table with their hands on their cheeks.They had long passed their thirties, and the light of the chandelier that beamed down on their squeezed faces was evident to the fact that life has not been treating them fairly. These were the political bodies of the Ekron, the people who make the law and break the same law they enacted. If money could buy happiness, then these men should be smiling by now. Most top buildings and investment in Ekron belong to some of them, and they were the moving power, the force behind the plow.

“Sure is,” Zita chortled but, grateful that the veil she wore probably covered the lust that was obviously in her eyes.She could sense the blood flowing through his veins. From his round face down to his tiny neck. Under his jaw, just some steps away from his skull was where the carotid artery passed, filled with hot blood and sweet—“Are you alright?” The boy asked, concerned. This had distracted her from thinking how wonderful it would feel for blood to quench her thirst.  “Yeah,” Zita licked her lips and looked away. She had frozen again. The last time she felt so hungry was some years back. She had

“But I thought Festus was a man of integrity,” The Queen said with confusion in mid of her heartache. “King Fagh was one of his kind. May his soul rest in peace,” The King’s horn said, “Nobody can match his integrity and honesty, don’t mistake the two.”“Mother, please stop crying,” Zita, she comfortingly said before she hugged the woman and pulled slowly away. She wiped her face with her own towel and exhaled, not realizing that she had been holding her breath form the lemon fragrance that covered the Queens cloth. Her stomach churned, and a voice in her head urged her to get away from the Queen as far away as she could.

“Don’t Watchers live to old age?” Ginika asked curiously. Vera opened her mouth to say something, but closed them and averted her gaze to the sea. After a long silence, she spoke, “Most Watchers live, but they rarely cross the age of seventy,” She sounded over the wind and the horn of the ship. “How old are you?” Ginika asked. He also wondered why she sounds unsure of her own age. “Sixty-two, I think,” Vera shrugged.