Rafi was to meet her at the king's chambers and coordinate the exchange. In his hands were two baby boys given birth to four nights ago, Caitlyn he'd one while he held another. He nearly bumped into them, he gave Caitlyn the other child and put them in a secluded room. He had to get rid of the guard by any means or it would be dismal. He arrived just at the nick of time.“She's not an indigene of this community and has no reason to be present for the execution of Marx.” Rafi intervened.The guard sneered at Rafi and ignored his remark.“ Meanwhile General Khalodi sent a message through me to you.” Rafi said with his hands behind his back“What's the message?” He asked.“It's for giant's consumption, we don't want non-indigenes hearing about it” Rafi said beckoning on him to come with his left hand.Cassandra saw the knife at his back and she shrieked. He looked at her and nodded while he was edging closer. The guard got within Rafi's reach and bent to hear the message but instead a s

Andinille had died in battle and they weren't much left of the witches’ coven. If they were those that survived, they were mostly the lowest and junior witches. Roosevelt could not dwell in a dead host and so she returned to the oak tree. Since her spectre had been resurrected, she had the liberty to roam around freely in search of a worthy host and until she found such, there would be unrest.Roosevelt was not aware of the presence of Gethsemane. She turned to her brother who was in the library going through their mother's old books, in search of something she couldn't seem to decipher.“What are you doing in mom's library?” Roosevelt asked“Oh! You're back! No more body containers?” He smiled malevolently.“I was summoned, was that my fault?” Roosevelt asked angrily.“There lies the fallacy in your reasoning, it was a harmless question. Just needed a reply and I can infer from your countenance, I have got my answer.” He said, chuckling.“You’re just jealous, that's all there is,” Roo

With Isabella's death, Roosevelt needed a new body edifice to possess and continue with the mantra of the coven, sheer dominance. She was in need of a willing host but it could be difficult now with the war looming over the land of giants. They saw all, they knew all, the spirit realm controlled the physical, so they said. After Isabella died during childbirth, she had been roaming the pinnacle and beyond in search for a host, but who was willing to accommodate a witch and agree to a merger between his/her spirit and a devil’s incarnate. The answer was subjective, people did things for many reasons and revenge was a strong reason to make one think of the unthinkable.Aliyah stared across the broken desk. “How could they do such thing early in the morning and go scot-free?” She queried, her voice rising in surprise. She still couldn't fathom it, amazement was an understatement to what she felt. And no one could say anything concerning this because they paid obeisance to him as part of

Rafi didn't know how to break the news to him, he was in chains about to be executed. What could he possibly do right now? Nothing he guessed! He was confused about the turnaround of events, just moments ago, he was holding the blade and now the blade hung over his head.“Where's Marx? He was in the prison, where have you hid him?” Khal Duraho roared in anger.“I don't know where he is, you can ask General Gray about his whereabouts, he was the last to see him.” Khalodi said flatly.Khal Duraho turned his gaze to General Gray, expecting an answer but since he delayed, he walked to him with the shiny sword.“My king, I don't know what he's talking about, I've not seen Marx since he was imprisoned.” Gray blurted“He was last seen with Marx before his flight, my king.” Kaminski added.“So that means you knew that Marx wasn't the one to be executed but you let this innocent man out to be decapitated and wanted us to believe we had executed Marx, right?” Khal Duraho asked“No, not that my

Caitlyn quickly turned her gaze back to her wineglass. She could feel flames of fire burn in her cheeks. Her hands were shaking with such intensity that she could barely lift her glass to her lips.“Something wrong?” The man in mask inquired with an innocent air.“No. Nothing,” she replied sharply. Caitlyn didn't like the beat that raced through her insides. She didn't like the way she was imagining her companion doing the same things to her. She wondered what it would be like to have him touch her breast. She didn't dare let herself of his lips on her. “ Where else do you want to take me tonight?”“Oh, I'm sorry you don't like this place. But this is how the lowly born revel.”“Lowly born?”“The giant workaholics, those who work for the rich, rather, you would prefer something more gentle?”She lifted her eyes to him. “ Proper. Yes I would like a more proper setting.”“Of course.” He rose and took her hand.Caitlyn nearly raced out of the building and into the carriage. In less than