Brewing Them

Chapter 36

Getting past the line, I slipped into one of the empty room and grabbed onto the sink before coughing hard. Blood spilled from my throat and onto the white basin. I continued to cough for the next several minutes till my face had turned entirely red and sweat was dripping from my forehead.

I took in a quick breath before turning on the tap-water and cleaning my mouth. My makeup creased on the side of my mouth. I wiped it away, not caring much of how I looked right now.

I was taking four men to their doom.

Two of them being Dion and Callan, who I shared bed with, who I began to have feelings for, who were the only men in my life who actually cared for me and didn't see me as a useless girl.

I washed my mouth again before cleaning all the blood I had choked out. My hand then went again my lips and I breathed hard. My eyes stung as tears formed within them. What had I done? I let out a soft sob and a storm broke outside at the same time.

A loud thunder echoed before lightening up the dark skies. I gasped, stepping back and scurrying out of the washroom.

Alexandria was going to kill them. For what? For magic. That was all.

"There you are! Where did you run off to, little witch?" Callan asked, approaching me as I returned into the ballroom. His eyes fell over my face, studying my sickness before concern spread in his voice. "Are you okay? Did something happen?"

"Yes—no, nothing. Just feeling a sick." I held my stomach, acting as if it was the problem.

How could I tell him that I was leading him to his death?

"Do you want me to take you to the court? You can sleep with me." He offered while his arm went around my shoulder in a caring motion. He pulled me closer to himself and I barely met with his eyes.

"No," I shook my head. "I just need to divert my mind."

The orchestra continued to play music while the dances never stopped. Callan and I stayed by the sidelines, watching until Dion appeared. Both of them shared a signal to one and another.

"I've to go handle something, little witch, but I'll be back in a few minutes." He whispered in my ear before rushing away.

My brows furrowed. What was it about? I went straight to the edge, wondering if he got a hindsight of what I had been doing, or if he found out.

As the night wore on, the ball continued to swirl around me in a blur of music and laughter. There were only going to be a couple more dances before the food. I sipped on wine with Dion. We agreed on tuning in for the last dance since we both were terrible in it.

Callan was somewhat better, but I believed he had quite a lot of experience.

"It appears it's going to be flooded by morning." I said, hearing the thunderstorms from the distance and heavy rainfall.

"Ah, yes. It's going to be terrible. It's worse than the last storm."

Something crawled up my spine. My neck tilted and brows furrowed in concern as the itch began to spread everywhere. I couldn't scratch it off. My nerves twisted. Dark energy flooded into the ballroom. It was darker than the night, then anything I had ever imagined.

It was vicious.

My mouth reached the glass of the wine, I took another sip, hoping the feeling would wash away. But it didn't. It grew worse and worse. The lights dimmed as someone walked in.

A man.

My head turned to the direction of the Queen who was now seated, watching the dances from a distance while surrounded with other powerful women. A man, wearing informal clothes, approached her. I didn't see anything but his back which was covered in a black shirt and his messy hair.

My throat tightened. I cupped the glass of wine harder in my hands as the odd sense of danger consumed me.

"Who's he?" I asked Dion. "The man speaking to the Queen."

Dion turned, watching what I was seeing. It took him a moment to understand before he responded to me with surprise in his voice. "It's Elijah."

"Who?" My forehead crinkled in confusion while my heart beat faster in fear as if I needed to flee.

Right now.

"Elijah Sven. The Queen's son, and he hasn't appeared in Vragus in over thirty years."

The man took Alexandria's hand, and kneeled a little before kissing the back of it. She smiled at him and it confirmed it was her son.

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