My dad had found nothing of importance at the storage unit and he radiated his frustration off of him in waves.
He also seemed to be avoiding me and it filled my chest with dread. I felt like I was an anchor ready to sink and get lost at the bottom of the ocean for the rest of my days.
It was horrible and I hated to think I’d disappointed him with my choices.
Rain had the man who’d claimed to have fucked with my head magically bound to a chair in the center of the living room in the cabin up the road from the one I was staying in with my bodyguards.
He was wide awake but he’d yet to have spoken a word. He was very watchful and on guard though.
Probably waiting for the first chance to make a break for it so he could run.
I had a feeling he wasn’t going anywhere ever again. And I was actually more than okay with that. I didn’t care in the slightest what that said about me or the kind of person I was. I had given up on caring about that a very long time ago.
I had a hard time looking at the damage I’d done to his face. Not because I was ashamed of my actions or regretted them but because they reminded me too much of a time when my face had been carved up in a similar fashion.
No one had attempted to clean up his face or doctor it.
And not a single person in this room judged me for my actions in the slightest.
Romero was a little bit crazy and because I’d saved him from living out the rest of his days in that fucking cell I didn’t think there was much I could do that would upset him. It also didn’t hurt that I was his one and only daughter-in-law and always would be.
Finn had questionable morals and he wasn’t my biggest fan, but he understood how family worked. Him being in my father’s coven made us family for the rest of our days and that meant we’d have each others backs forevermore.
My dad was arguably the biggest psychopath in the room.
And Simon and Trenton were simply mine for the rest of eternity.
There might still be a threat in the room but physically I was as safe with these people surrounding me as I could possibly be.
It was the damage to my emotional state that the man could wreak that likely had everyone on edge. Because that shit was hefty and could potentially wreck me.
There was no armor in the world that could save me from that potential train wreck.
That was just my life but the train always left the station and moved forward no matter the weather.
The man cleared his throat and everybody in the room went on alert.
“I want to make a deal,” he spoke directly to me and ignored everyone else in the room.
“The time for deals is past,” Rain spat out at him.
I wasn’t entirely in agreement with my dad. There was still plenty of time to make a deal before he died, and he was stupid if he thought he’d be walking out of here. The only deal I could make with him was how much pain he had to suffer before he met that fate.
The man looked directly at Rain and if my dad was creeped out by his eery white eyes he didn’t so much as show it. My dad didn’t so much as flinch.
“Please, we all know it’s her I’m talking to here and not you. You might be the boogey man but she holds all the real power in the room. The Council chose her for a reason and I said that earlier about them fucking her to get under her skin. And it clearly worked. It’s her I want to make a deal with. Not you.”
Bile climbed up my throat at his second mention of the Council wanting to have sex with me.
He’d certainly hit his mark and accomplished getting under my skin.
“What kind of deal do you want to make?” I asked him as I crossed my arms over my chest and ignored all the angry vibes filling the room at the moment.
“I can’t guarantee you’ll get all of your memories back. It’s been too long and it was meant to be permanent. They might be fuzzy at best, I’m not sure. I’ve never done this kind of spell reversal before.”
Alright.
Well…
