Semua Bab He Called Me Weak, Now I Hold His Fate: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Nadia’s pov I couldn't even try to scream again. I had no energy left in me and my body just hurt so bad but they still kicked and tossed me around. Rough hands slammed me to the ground. My knees tore against pine needles and roots. Bark scraped my back as one of them shoved me against a tree, the blindfold digging into my face. I could barely breathe through the cloth, my lip split, and blood crusting down my chin.They stopped talking only grunts, smacks and laughter while I laid there defenseless. I rolled on the ground feeling my own blood trickle down my head down to my face. I coughed, shaking, barely clinging to consciousness. While molf whimpered inside me. Feeling the pain and the helplessness. Somewhere deep inside I hung until a feeling of hope. It wasn't going to end here. I told myself as I laid there curling up myself and taking the beating.Suddenly my nose perked up and sniffed a new scent approaching. The scent was approaching very quickly and although my consciou

 Varic's pov Branches whipped past me. The wind howled in my ears. But I didn’t slow down. I ran so quickly while carefully carrying her. Nadia’s head lolled against my chest, her skin burning hot with fever, her breaths too shallow, too faint. Blood matted her hair. Her clothes, ripped and stained, clung to her like a second skin. I could feel how weak she was and how close I might’ve been to losing her. My jaw clenched. I pushed harder, faster, fury boiling just beneath my skin as I tore through the woods. Trees blurred by. I leapt over ravines, and didn't stop for a second until the old stone outpost carved near the mountain’s base finally came into view. “She’ll be okay,” I whispered. Over and over. As I dashed towards a certain direction.  I was scared and worried for her. This was the first time I felt this worried

Nadia’s POV“I'm inviting Greg to the ball,” Varic suddenly said to my surprise. I arched my brow. “Are you serious? Do you have any plans?”He huffed something that might’ve been a laugh. “He is probing us.” He began then paused observing me. “Greg is already making moves behind the scenes. He’s sent a message to the border patrol, asking them to prepare for a potential shift in leadership. He’s ready to make his play. So why don't I invite him and observe him so I can unmask his spies.” He explained and I understood what his plan was.I exhaled. “So you want to set a trap for him I see.” “Yes that's it.” Varic nodded his head as he stepped toward me then, closer than I expected. His expression shifted something gentle. Now he turned, his eyes scanning my face carefully. “How are you?” He asked with concern in his voice.“I'm feeling better thank you,” I said with a grateful smile on my face. I was feeling much better now and my injuries were healing fast while the fever had gone

Nadia’s POV.When I returned back to the house I saw Gerald staring at me. He beamed a smile at me that I found very strange. I just forced a smile and walked back knowing his eyes were fixed on me. I took off my shoes and crashed into the bed from exhaustion. I blinked awake to the soft knock on the door. I stood up and stretched before asking them to come in. A team of women, cloaked in midnight-blue robes, fluttered around me like shadows. One combed through my hair with oils that smelled of jasmine and myrrh. Another adjusted something around my waist. A third was applying the faintest blush to my cheeks.It was the night of the ball and I sat in front of the dresser. Then hands gentle but quick working around me as the maids got busy with dressing me up and preparing me for the ball. They had picked out a dress that Varic had specifically selected by him and they gently had me slip inside me and I posed in front of the mirror. “Does that feel comfortable?” One of them asked

Nadia’s POVThe music died mid-note. The laughter ceased and all that remained was the sound of glass shattering and Varic’s agonized groan.He clutched his side, slumped in his chair, his face contorted with pain. Veins bulged beneath his skin like his body was trying to reject itself. He struggled to rise, but his limbs failed him.“Varic!” I gasped watching him fall to the ground. Gerald rushed there immediately. “Varic?” he cried, kneeling down and trying to get a hold of him. “Medic! Get the medic now!”The pack guards immediately sprang into action. A flurry of movement armored shoulders, drawn weapons, commands barked. The ballroom's exits slammed shut with resounding thuds.No one in. No one out.Panic gripped the crowd. Guests backed away from the center of the room, eyes wide, whispers turning to frantic murmurs. I moved toward Varic, only to feel a firm hand grip my wrist.I turned Gerald.“No,” he said, loud enough for the room to hear. “She’s not going anywhere.”“What