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    No, no, no. That was not what I had meant.

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    Martin saw the fear rising in my eyes and called out for that stupid puppet, of his that came wagging its tail in

    an instant.

    Barty was practically glued to the door, it seemed and was overhearing every conversation we had. I could only thank the Goddess Martin had provided me that wooden screen to change and not made me strip right in front of him.

    I was feeling helpless and angry. Why the fuck did this magic or whatever I had never ever showed up?

    I needed it desperately when Killian was bleeding and I need it now when he is probably again in danger.

    My gaze flew to my palms and tried twisting and turning the fingers hoping something would happen. A tiny spark or just a tendril of smoke, something should appear between my fingers.

    But they stayed mercilessly nk.

    I was a pathetic human being held hostage by an evil Lycan monster. I refused to call Martin a Lycan because he was not anything like Killian, who was indeed a good lycan and a human being.

    “Go get this witch’s favorite maid, shall you?” Martin said with a wicked grin and I tried to run after Barty but he shoved me away.

    He was tall and built like a wall so he had to put no effort in pushing me off his way. I was hurled to the side but thankfully I avoided getting my head thrashed against the wall.

    “No, please don’t hurt Mary” I said and Martin pped his hand against the forehead.

    “Mary, is that her name? I bloody forgot. I hope Barty gets the right one instead of an unknown girl.”

    Martin answered and tapped upon his temple as I folded my hands and literally begged him.

    “I told already I will do anything you want. Then why are you unnecessarily dragging this out?” I asked, gritting my teeth.

    “But you also keep begging to be let out and find my little bastard brother. I dont know which of your ims to believe.”

    He said, going back to sit on the chair and drumming his fingers on the smooth, marble handrest.

    The clicking of his fingernails against that handrest grated against my nerves and I wondered how to take both myself and Mary out of this room.

    I wasn’t sure what sick power y he was going for when he already had everything at his disposal.

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    And Killian…I hoped he was okay. I wasn’t sure if Martin had already sent his men behind Killian. I hoped Killian had seen right through Martin’s awful n and realized this was a trap or at least had gotten far away for the men to pursue him.

    A small corner of my heart hoped Killian was not around even if I needed him the most right now. At first I had wondered how the ws of a werewolf had been able to injure a Lycan but now I could guess his wretched brother had definitelyced it with some kind of poison.

    My knowledge of werewolves was not that great but I knew they could heal from most injuries unless it was deadly.

    If only by some happenstance I could awaken my magic, I would take extreme pleasure in giving Martin a painful and horrible death.

    I wanted to skin that bastard alive!

    I was trying to think of more ways to get him to listen to me when the door opened and Mary was shoved forward. She came stumbling towards me and I quickly threw my arms around her to break her fall.

    “Mydy. What…what is going on?” She looked at me, taking in the revealing dress I was wearing and Martin seated in front of me with a smug smile.

    “Oh Barty you brought the correct one after all. Come here.”

    Martin was very pleased with Barty who approached him as Martin took off one of the many nes he wore and dropped in Barty’s palms.

    “Consider this a gift from me for being so resourceful.”

    Mary hugged me and I quickly tried to fill her on what was going on while Martin gloated in front of Barty who was grinning from ear to ear.

    “That…that is from the royal coffers, it bears the Elorin Kingdom’s crest!”

    She pointed at the ne that Barty pocketed and looked at me in fear.

    “So that means he has really usurped the throne? Wh–what about prince Killian? Where is he? He can stop this madnessb!/bb” /b

    I tried ito /iexin but the door shut behind us, leaving just me, Mary, and Martin along with Emery who had been watching everything quietly for a while now.

    Emery scowled upon seeing Mary who stared back at her with contempt. It looked like they both didn’t like each other.

    “So that is where you have been hiding all these months, huh, Mary? Behind this duplicitous witch and that prince who you stare at every second in the hopes of he would notice you one day?”

    I blinked in confusion, but Mary vehemently refuted her im.

    “And what have been you doing? Though judging by that smug smile, congrattions. You seem to have

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    managed to turn into the heir’s sex ve. Did he gift you the diamond earrings you were boasting aboutst week to the other maids or did you steal it from his betrothed when she wasn’t looking?”

    Now it was Emery’s turn to seethe in rage and she almost stepped forward with the intention to yank Mary’s hair but I stepped forward.

    “Ladies, as much as I am enjoying this petty fight. Emery, pleasee over here. I have a task for you that you will thoroughly enjoy.”

    Emery grunted and hissed at Mary like a feral cat and went back to take a whip that Martin was now holding.

    “Let me y an interesting game to teach the witch a little about obedience before the big show. You are going toe stand beside me and feed me the fruits.” He said, looking at me andpletely ignoring my horrified look.

    “And you Emery, can whip the shit out of your enemy if the witch doesn’t co–operate.”

    Emery was more than delighted as she brandished the whip and it cracked through the air,nding on Mary’s hand.

    The end curled up around her wrist and Emery yanked it forward, making Mary be pulled away from me.

    “The moment I awaken my magic, I will ensure I give you a horrible death” I swore at Martin who only chuckled and wriggled his index finger to motion me toe towards him.

    “I am getting hungry little witch”

    Before I had time to move, Emery’s whipnded upon Mary’s back and a scream tore through the room.

    I whirled back to see Mary screaming in pain while Emery relished it.

    Not having any other option, I ran towards Martin and pulled up an apple to hand it to him.

    “Stop her!”

    I demanded, but he raised an eyebrow.

    “Language, little witch. This is not how you want to present yourself to the public of Elorin as the new King’s bride, right?”

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