Chapter 50

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Back at the castle, the King was attempting to come up with a plan to get his Queen back. They still had no idea where Zagan's lair was, and there had been no sightings of any demons for almost a week. He tried everything to get ahold of Aylin, but the link was useless. 

All he did know was that the longer she was away, the weaker he would get without her. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't eat. There was just a gaping hole in his chest where his heart was. 

"Zeke, you have to get some rest. You're no good to us if we find her and you're dead." 

"What would you know?" he asked, gruffly. 

"I do know that she wouldn't want you to wallow like this. She'd want you to be out there, searching. Doing something. How disappointed will she be when she sees you like this?" Annoyed with his brother, he turned on his heel and left. 

Laying back on the bed, he grabbed her pillow, taking a deep inhale. "Aylin," he whispered. Closing his eyes, the King fell asleep, almost immediately. 

"Hello, Rogue King." 

Startling awake, there was no one there. Completely silent. Gazing all around the room, there wasn't a soul in there but him. The windows were locked, and there was no sign of entry from the door. 

Shaking it off, he attributed it to his sleep deprivation. 

"You want your mate back, you should listen to me." 

Whipping around, there was a woman standing there. An uncanny likeness to his mate. "Who are you?"

"Which name would you like? My original name or my human name?" For a brief moment, she enjoyed teasing him. Shooting her a look, she gave it up. "Alright, alright. My name is Candace Turner." 

"Aylin's mother? But you're--" 

"Dead? Yes, I know. What you see before you is something Zagan made up to pass the time." 

"I don't understand..."

"Basically," she started, and she pulled the top of her shirt down, revealing a beating heart, "this heart belonged to the physical being that was her mother, but the rest of me is made up. To sum it up, I came from nothingness to fill the void in the demon's life until he got his prize. Which he did." 

Becoming angry, he slammed his fist into the wall. "Get to the point." 

"The point is, I can help you." 

"And why would you do that?" 

Tapping her chin, Candace shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know myself. But I've learned a few things over the years. I guess the downside of having her mother's heart is I have a mother's emotions." She paused for a moment. "What I'm trying to say is that if you want your mate back, you're going to have to listen to me, and listen good." 

"Where is she?" he growled. 

"I mean, I could tell you," she taunted. 

Before she could finish her sentence, he wrapped his hand around her throat, slamming her into a wall. "Tell me or I break your fucking windpipe." 

The woman turned to black mist in his hand, floating away to materialize by the window. "See, that doesn't work on me. Remember, came from nothingness?"

Frustrated, he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just tell me where she is." 

Candace could see the desperation in the King's eyes. Judging by his state, he would be in no condition to kill Zagan. "Fine, I'll tell you. And there's something you should know." 

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Running to wake Quill, Angus, and Daemon, Ezekiel had the information given to him by Candace. She told him things that made his blood run cold. They had to move quickly if they were going to be successful. 

"Wake up! Wake up!" 

Shaking them all, they were groggily focusing their eyes on the frantic king.

"What is it, Zeke?" Quill yawned. 

"I know where she is." 

Almost immediately, they popped up, shaking off their drowsiness. 

"How'd you figure it out?" Daemon asked. 

"He had a little help," a female voice said. 

All men took a fighting stance. 

"Wait!" he pleaded. "She's the one who helped me." 

"I'm a little disappointed you don't recognize me, Daemon Morris." 

"Mrs. Turner?" 

The two others looked between the two for a moment. "Wait, I thought she was dead?" Quill asked, bewildered. 

Scratching his head, Daemon was just as confused. "She is. No one ever found her body." 

Stepping forward, she sized up the men. "That's because Zagan was kind enough to shred it and throw it in the fire. The only thing that's left is this." Pulling her shirt down, all three stared in disbelief. 

"Is that--"

"Her mother's heart? Yes?"

Angus was becoming furious looking at this imitation in front of him. It was taking all of his strength not to lunge and rip her throat out. His fists were clenched tightly, and he could feel his anger get the best of him. 

"Your Majesty, I suggest you reel in your dog before he bites," the woman said plainly, pointing to Angus. 

"Control yourself. This is the only way to get the Queen back." 

"Why are you doing this?" Daemon asked. 

"Maybe this is my way of doing one last thing for her. I've watched for years as Zagan was driven mad by his need for revenge. The only thing he needs to do is go straight back to hell." 

"Where is my mate?" the King gritted. 

"Listen closely. I can't stay for much longer, Zagan will suspect something."


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