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one of them screamed before running out of the room as fast as he could. The others didn't want to end up dying even before they could redeem their freedom back so they all turned on their heels and ran for their lives. "So you want to play tag first? All right! Let's play!" Castellana laughed before running out of the room at a speed faster than an agile werewolf. Within just a few seconds, she caught one. Her sharp claws dug into the man's throat deep enough for her hand to be soaked with his blood. The poor rogue fell to his knees and blood just continued to splurt out of the open wounds.

Carl stepped backward, the confidence that had filled his face instantly vanishing into stunned horror. "Did you think I would leave the Baron sitting alone in this room to face you without any protection?" Kaelus stepped forward slowly. "You just consciously confessed, in front of numerous eyewitnesses, that you intended to murder my wife and even poisoned your own father." Carl clenched his teeth so tightly his jaw hardened. His eyes darted wildly, searching for an opening or an exit, but all routes were firmly blocked by rows of knights clad in full armor, their weapons raised and ready to strike.

Now, The Butcher stood there, staring at the shattered goods strewn across the floor, his face twitching violently. He had invested all his life savings into those goods, and they were now all destroyed! "Who's stupid enough to wreck my place?" Louis, still boiling with rage and with numbers on his side, didn't take him seriously at all. "Get lost! We're the Jorleton Castilles! We're only here to kill Darryl Bishop today. If you don't want to die, then scram!" "The Castilles?" the Butcher snarled. "I don't care who you are. You ruin my livelihood, I take your life!"

The Witch's face turned pale. "The Council." She looked straight into my eyes. "When they arrive...they won't ask questions." "They'll kill you before you remember." The stone ceiling split open with a thunderous crack. Moonlight poured into the prison. High above us, Dark figures stood on the broken edge of the opening. Their faces hidden beneath silver masks. One of them raised a sword, then pointed it directly at me. "There she is."

I went straight for their hearts, their life source. Steel and snarls reverberated through the hall. I'd gotten rid of most of them, but Kade was still battling the last one standing. I walked over, grabbed it by the throat, and swore into its ear. As it tried to escape, I dug my dagger into its heart as it collapsed into ash. The air felt colder and thinner after the last and final one fell. With his chest heaving, Kade stood over the ruin, staring at me incredulously.

Chapter 4: Playing the Part Jake leaned against the counter of his coffee shop, his fingers drumming restlessly against the polished wood. It was early morning, yet the usual comforting aroma of freshly brewed espresso and warm pastries did little to soothe his nerves. Outside, the press was swarming like vultures, cameras flashing as soon as any movement was detected inside. A few brave customers had attempted to slip through the chaos, but most turned away, unwilling to deal with the circus outside. The sudden media attention was overwhelming, and Jake couldn’t shake the feeling that his once simple life had taken a sharp, irreversible turn.

(Sees the garden shears) Mr Castillo: What do you want from me? (Rattles the chains) Talk to me, you bastard! What do you want? I'll tell you everything you want to know. I'll give you anything you want (pisses himself as Jeremy slowly cuts through his clothing.) Please! Please! I'll tell you everything about your mother's death! Isn't that why you brought me here? Isn't that why you're working against us? I'll spill it all! I'm sorry! Please! Please! Jeremy: That's enough Castillo, your voice is grating on my nerves, how about I end this tedious relationship? (Drags out the man's tongue and divides it with the blunt shears then proceeds to strangle him with a string.)

I answered back as I kissed him on the cheek before falling asleep, "Good night." The next day I was able to actually take a look around the castle without feeling impending doom. Without Kieran’s uncle present, the castle and its inhabitants seemed to breathe easier. Cassidy and I had planned to have our duel after breakfast but already advisors and mages were entering the throne room in shock at the news of the dictator's death. Kieran was meeting with them and confirming he had killed his uncle. News was going to spread like wildfire. Stergen stood off to the sidelines of the courtroom observing Kieran speak with everyone nodding often.

"The castle is surrounded by high-frequency thermal sensors and automated air-defense systems. A frontal assault is suicide, Adrian." ​Adrian’s sharp lips twisted into a slow, devastatingly handsome, and completely psychotic smirk. He stood up, lifting her effortlessly in his arms and carrying her over to the wide glass viewport looking out at the dark, churning waters of the Atlantic. ​"They designed a monster, Clara," Adrian whispered roughly, his arms wrapping around her waist from behind, pulling her back flush against his chest. "And monsters do not knock on the front door. We are going to Scotland, my queen. And we are going to show Sebastian Sterling what happens when the weapon he bo

Castle had also finished overpowering the men who had been futilely attempting to subdue him, With a vicious kick at the man who had been trying to reach for a glass on the counter to attack him, Claude immobilised him. Castle came closer, breathing heavily, blood trickling down his forehead. ‘Sir,’ for he insisted on addressing Claude as Sir, ‘The Capo is on his way.’ Claude grinned wickedly, eyes dancing although his arm hurt like hell. He grinned as he looked at the bodies strewn on the floor, kicking out at the man who had come at him first. “Let’s ask Beauty here a couple of questions, eh?’ he said and Castle hauled him to his feet at once. The fat man was sweating, breathing heavily an