Todos os capítulos de Forbidden Affair with a Diva : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

I got to know the city we were in from the little information. It sure was a big city ruled by a king and his ministers handled different sectors and affairs of the state.It wasn't like back home, dad was the leader of our clan and nobody had to pay taxes or be oppressed. Everyone was treated equally.This new environment awakened my curiosity.The mission was still on target, We needed more information and security tightened. We had to take time to blend in.Cries came from outside the store where we sat, people gathered to get a closer look at what was happening.I scrambled to my feet to see what the commotion was for. I kept ahead, my colleagues followed.Not far from the store, the air was already filled with scorched dust.In the midst of the crowd was a woman pleading on her knees. She held her three-year old tight against her chest.In front of her were four men fully armored in obsidian plates. The lead guard stood out having a large scar on his chin looking like a battle

Constance wasn't having it. She let out a jagged snarl of grief that rippled through my bones like hot iron forced into my narrow. I felt her grief growing strong and powerful, she was clearly out of control and wasn't thinking straight. She didn't wait for the suspense to settle, she ran out on us in the spur of the moment.“Constance, No!" I roared, sprinting to catch up and stop her.She clearly wasn't thinking. The street had already settled and gone to sleep. The night dew had begun settling on the cobblestones.I could hear the rhythmic crack-crack from her heels as she fled with intense speed. I gave in all my strength to match her speed.She was going into a gun fight with nothing but claws and unmatched rage. It had consumed her deeply.I slid through the dust and knocked her off her feet. I pinned her to the ground without hesitation.I could hear a patrol of officers headed in our direction, I cornered her into the shadows away from the guards.Her struggle was intense, th

“Why are you in here?" he ran his hands through my messy tangled hair already down to my shoulders.I still felt cold and shackled, I fastened my grip interlocking fingers as though he would vanish if I let go. With my throat still hurting, I opened my mouth slowly with my lips pulsing trying to answer but couldn't produce a sound.“Take deep breaths, focus on my voice", I was awfully quiet. He slapped me softly across the face "stay with me, find my energy. Feel my voice you can channel through me" I could feel his warmth as my fingers locked with his but the aura in the cell was bigger than the both of us.“I need my diva, our link isn't strong enough" I said with a faint voice. “You have to try. I have known you since I was a child, we don't need a placenta or any ritual to bond. My dad is your dad’s diva like it or not we are more linked than our myth can explain" His words ran deep. I focused on his hope, I sensed his resilience and pure sincerity. I felt his warmth overflow a

“How much for them?" she inquired, still holding onto the tray.The look in her eyes had desperation in them and she wasn't backing out.“What did you say?" the boss pretended not to hear.“Tell me the price for you to let them go" she rephrased.He moved closer to the woman furrowing his beads.“Madam, you seem to be crossing the line. You have no business asking for any prisoner's release and there would be no release until the king's ceremony is over. We can have criminals roaming free.” He smirked and spat beside the lady.He tilted his head to the side signalling the guards and two armed guards moved towards us. They dragged us back to the cell.The lady froze watching them take us away with the tray firm in her hands.…I was jolted awake as the cold from the water crawled under my skin.I grasped forcing air into my lungs with one breath.I flinched and whipped my face with one hand still holding Philip with the other.“Get up quickly" the guard ordered. I stood letting go of

I can not mess this up or Philip would die because of my foolishness.Phillip was dragged ruthlessly away from the spotlight. He didn't turn away from me. He kept his gaze on me till he was no longer in sight.My heart sank and guilt saturated my spirit. I shut my eyes trying to brush off the feeling. The king had now changed his outfit into a hunting suit. A dashing looking suit fit for a king, he wrapped his sword belt around his hip and then hung his bag of arrows on his shoulders.A horse was brought in, it looked very agile and healthy. “Nice horse" I said aloud to my hearing. I could feel the heat coming from the horse and it's heartbeat was super intense. Even the beast was more well fed than I was. I mustard every ounce of courage I had matched to the hunting field.I made one last eye contact with Constance and she gave me a thumbs up with a rather inconvenient smile.I returned the gesture masking my tension with a bolder smile.“I can do this" I muttered to myself with so