Semua Bab I DATED HIS HALF-BROTHER: REVENGE ON MY EX-HUSBAND : Bab 91 - Bab 96

Cane lunged first. For a man with a broken leg and a rotting body, he was terrifyingly fast thanks to the many bolts and metals Dr. Varkov had installed in his joints. He could barely feel the pain that should have come from his broken leg, but he was so pumped up on the dru*gs that he didn't care.He was like a robot the way he swung his machete. There was only one intent as he swung at Aser, and it was to kill him.The blade sliced the air where Aser’s neck had been a fraction of a second before Aser's self-preservation kicked in as he ducked and jumped back on his foot. He defended himself with his own knife, aiming for a major artery in Cane's wrist.Aser did make contact, but it was with metal. Cane caught the look of surprise in Aser’s face and laughed maniacally."I had him put titanium there." He banked on his surprise and threw him a metal punch in the chest. He felt like he had being hit with a wrecking ball. Aser flew backward and crashed into the reception desk. He gasped

Their ride back to the city was unusually cold.The private jet was usually a sanctuary of luxury with its cream leather seats and champagne.Tonight though, it was an ambulance for Aser.Aser lay strapped to the medical gurney in the rear of the cabin. His shirt was off, revealing the angry, blackened veins spiderwebbing across his chest and up his neck.He was thrashing around the bed, refusing to stay in one place as the black veins on his body spread. "Restraints!" Matthew shouted, struggling to hold Aser’s good arm down. "He’s convulsing!"Cassie stood over him, tears streaming down her face as she held a syringe of sedative."I can't knock him out!" Cassie cried. "His metabolism burns through it in minutes! If I give him any more, I’ll stop his heart!""If he breaks loose," Matthew grunted and dodged one of his flailing fists, "he’ll tear this plane apart mid-air! Do it, Luna!"Aser roared, but it wasn't a human sound. His eyes were rolled back, showing only the whites, which w

The haze had almost taken over Aser's body before he could discover that the lab they were in wasn't really a lab. It just looked like that at first glance. They were in an altar that Varkov controlled. It was Matthew that took a step back from all the fighting and realized it, but it was already too late to do anything with the information because one of the creatures headed straight for him. Aser ducked under the snapping jaws of one of the abominations. Up close, he realized these weren't wraiths, as he first thought. They were corpses. "They aren't robots!" Aser roared, slashing his knife across the creature’s throat. No blood sprayed—just dust and black matter. "They're thralls! Undead!" Varkov stood on the catwalk above, laughing. He wasn't wearing a lab coat anymore. He had thrown it off to reveal leather robes covered in magical symbols. "Science is just magic explained!" Varkov shouted. "I stitched them together with steel, but I woke them up with the rot! Just like you