The Curse

She was alone in bed when woke up.

Those dreams were ...

The woman opened her eyes, sighing to clear confusing thoughts with her shaky, wheezing breath. The images and sensations that experienced at that moment disturbed her.

It was as if she could feel all the satisfaction in those hands that touched her.

She never dreamed of him. never allowed herrself to think about it. Why did the slightest movement make her body experience painful stitches on the right side of the hip?

It was hard to realize that there was someone else there too.

Was it daytime?

How long had she not seen the sunlight? A hand gripped her shoulder tightly and she screamed. The surrounding air smelled of jasmine, lavender, and cinnamon. It was steeped in magic and it was not good.The natural instinct made adrenaline run through her blood in an energetic way. Desperate Cassie reached for any weapon within reach. saw only the bottle of a drink by the nightstand.

Where she was?

God, where were your clothes?

And the weapons, good God? How was she still human with the sun shining in the sky?

Was the injury the cause?

That man hurt her. Startled, she picked up the object and pouted the figure next to her without mercy and gathered the strength to get up.His eyes could see the usual black tunic he wore with a groan of frustration on his face.Did they never give up?

The man was rubbing the spot where had been hit and the gaze shone with an animal hatred so intense it made her freeze. It was an emblem of the Black Crescent Moon clan.

She was in trouble. And a lot and without weapons. didn't know that man and didn't even need to. Since she discovered that was his daughter, her life had never been the same. It was a horror. Cassie had successfully run away from him until then, but they had managed to find her.

-What are you doing here? she asked tightly.

He did not answer. They usually said little, but the man tried to grab her again. A low moan escaped her mouth as he dodged and struggled to the feet.

The door.

She needed to get out of there. Lord, it was impossible that there was not a single weapon in that place! Her hand touched the stone of light trembling without any energy. If only could change shape ... While she decided what to do, the man held her.

-Where are? - the question was low.

-Where is what? - she managed to ask

-Don't play with me, Your Highness. Where are? Pieces of four? - the man now squeezed her

shoulder so tightly that he would inevitably leave marks.

His voice was almost a growl.

- Pieces of 4? But which pieces of 4?

The man advanced on her again without any patience. She even tried to scream before being silenced by being slapped hard.

-The sentry guard in the hall died very quickly. - He took something out of his tunic. - You can, of course, choose, guardian.

Cassie swallowed. The weapon he held was very sharp. Perhaps a wooden scythe not too curved. Concentration. She desperately needed concentration. Magic didn't work under pressure like that. At least not voluntarily. It was failing. The pain in her body was agony.

-Where are?

He lowered the scythe until he reached the strings of the shirt she wore. In fact, wearing nothing but that. Where the hell were your clothes? The fabric of the shirt was torn at the shoulder with the sickle blade sharp.

-Why aren't you using the medallion?

He played with the gun, rubbing it from side to side before bringing it to the woman's face. On the one occasion, she had met James de Macgrover, had thrown the damned revolting medallion at her biological father. Those people didn't belong.

-My lord will be disappointed, my lady. You are a princess of your lineage and disown your heritage. A sacred guardian.

Cassie could laugh. Only, in fact, she was struggling to quell a sudden panic.

Concentration failed miserably.

Were there more of them there? A cold sweat washed over her face. It was the fault of the absurd weakness. That nauseating smell of shellfish and sea urchins permeated the air, making her nauseous.

God! He was going to kill her for sure. didn't play with that man. She had defied him in every way possible.

She suddenly had the feeling that her insides were melting. The head was going to explode. He forced ... The bastard forced his mind. The cabin seemed to have disappeared around him. The succession of images merged like a whirlwind

She was seven years old. was watching his mother. Lizandra urgently separated clothes explaining that they would leave as soon as Will arrived at the castle ... She was alone. And the flames spread with alarming speed. The castle was on fire. But that was not what scared the child.

The child only listened. Anyone could hear the heavy breathing in dry gasps when they felt the paralyzing cold that consumed all the heat around them. Several ICHICHOS were advancing.She also knew from the instinct of her own that the little magic that began to awaken in her childhood was enough to attract these creatures. Only Willian was close. She was going to get it.

"Not!"

A voice exploded in Cassie's head and she screamed out loud.

"This isn't real. It's just a goddamn memory. It's not real!"

A sharp pain ran through her head and the cabin materialized again before the astonished eyes.It was lying on the floor. The knee throbbed terribly as it hit the chair in the fall. There was a deep cut that healed her body and hooked painfully. She looked at her attacker who was rubbing his hand although a burn mark was visible. Involuntary magic. She was defending herself and could not master it.

-You are resisting and it is useless. - The man spoke calmly. - There's no concentration.

Unfortunately, she had already noticed. He looked at his attacker with pure contempt. He did not like the idea that he glimpsed her thoughts and memories, penetrating the mind. She took a deep breath.

"Empty your mind. Relax. Forget all the emotion ..."

It's not that easy!

It was not as easy as wanted. Why did that have to be difficult? Her anger pulsed like poison in veins, eroding and burning. Forget emotions? Lizandra had died that day. It was easier ...

"Focus. For God's sake!"

It was in vain that Cassie tried not to remember, to feel absolutely nothing. Nothing at all.Lizandra was screaming in front of two ICHICHOS and the little daughter was clinging to the skirt of her dress and scared. She had never seen these creatures before.

Please, I beg you. And just a child. She does not! - Lizandra's voice echoed in her ears.

-NOOOO !!!!

She was panting, hands holding her face. The head throbbed so that it looked like it could explode. The stomach churned.

-You are not letting me access your memories, memories of which you are afraid. Where they are?

Cassie tried to move away. Her heart was beating out of control as if had actually seen Lizandra face those ICHICHOS alone. She just couldn't control her emotions.

"Control the damn fear. Concentrate; you are no longer a child. It cannot penetrate your mind so easily.

"No ... I can't.

You're a damn witch, aren't you?

The child watched the mother's limp body lying on the floor. Amid the flames, she could hear the desperate screams of the man who sought her out. The heat was unbearable.

There was a wolf there with her ... Cassie was at the entrance to a cave. Those objects were heavy. He liked to play with his mother. It was clear that he could hide them and Lizandra would not find them. She was always proud of that. In fact, no one ever thought.

-NOT!

This time she was absolutely convinced that her head would explode. In the past few weeks, she had dreamed of that tower. Those dreams had started when she returned to the Scarlet castle. No ... when he arrived at the fortress on the border. Only then did realize that the place was real. She relived that memory. What was so important hidden in that cave?Cassie felt chills and a fever. The only sound he heard was the sound of the water. There was a river nearby.

"Control yourself. Try to empty your mind."

I can not. I can't do this, she told herself.

"Don't let him maintain eye contact. Block your mind."

I can not. What the hell!

Damn it, Cassie!

It's not that easy!

It would be if I were in control!

Do you want to try it, then?

She was running again. They had arrived at dusk without any warning.

The castle dwellers watched with resignation as the air was consumed by total darkness. She was shaking violently with fear. It was so cold and fear ... had never seen Lizandra so terrified before. She was forbidden to do magic. Only that day ... Lizandra asked. She knew how to conjure the elements. She was a lady of lineage.

-You are my little guardian, child. Hide the pieces so no one can find them.

-NO. Her voice echoed with dread.

desperately needed to empty her mind. The succession of images was brought up and her last memories were mixed. She struggled to breathe ... maybe a blocking or shield spell.The man held her chin tightly as if he were willing to twist her neck.

-I don't have all day. Where are? - the man was impatient.

And she cried out again in pain. The tip of the scythe cut across her shoulder, blood running down her arm.

-We will do it the old and more difficult way then.

The man covered Cassie's nose and mouth with his hand, preventing her from breathing by looking her hard in the eyes.

There were so many ICHICHOS!

She had never seen so many.

Women screamed and ran. The men fought. None of those weapons seemed to have any effect. Their attack had initiated an unprecedented carnage. That night more than two hundred sorcerers had been drained. The orders were clear. There should be no survivors ... she listened in horror to the furious growls before the agonized screams.

"Empty the goddamn mind now! This isn't real!"

Cassie could hear the woman's furious orders clearly. That voice echoed in her ears. No strength to obey. couldn't move. The slightest movement and that monstrous beast would smell her.

"It's not real, Cassie!"

It couldn't be. The voice now sounded imperious in her mind. She should be dying. Did you hear voices? Was it the spirits that welcomed the souls of the dead?

"Now! CASSIE!"

Who are you?

I am the demon wolf you forgot inside, girl.

Instigated by the furious voice, she forced a knee to the man's groin while ignoring the unbearable pain. pushed her attacker and fresh air that penetrated the lungs was precious. tried to run. Cassie stumbled dizzy and breathless.

How many days have you been in that bed? An absurd weakness dominated her.

The shaking handheld the stone of light around her neck. It was the first time that had relieved the vibration that she emanated.

-Block! she shouted victoriously. Breathed between gusts

Suddenly the sight of those beasts became diffuse and unreal.

The man in front of her, however quite clear, backed away, staggering.She didn't expect it. Without any explanation, her mind was filled with faces she did not know. Several men were gathered around the fire.

Memories that were not hers surfaced. She was on his mind.

"The woman's blood was useless

Not even with the venom of wolves running through her veins she had the necessary power ..." - one of them spoke. Their leader smiled with genuine satisfaction and a chill enveloped her.

Was it ... Was it James?

The unfortunate man contemplated his people, remembering the glory of a past marked by deaths and defeats. That man's gaze was fixed on the crowd gathered there.

"Make sure it's still under control. Maybe a mastery spell ...

"The spell, my lord ... It is getting stronger. It is managing to resist enchantments."

-Faith, ah, Faith ... - Cassie murmured vividly.

-Enough!

She gasped again at the feeling of the strong push that pushed her away. He staggered several steps, hitting chairs and a table trying to stand. Several objects fell to the floor.

Her body was damp with cold sweat from the effort. She said nothing. was sure that had just witnessed real scenes. It was scary to imagine Faith dominated by spells. A new tremor ran through her. He was sure to kill her for what she had just witnessed.

The man was raised again, this time wielding a knife, his fierce look promising a tragic end to her life. She tried to step back and fell to the floor, supporting herself in the bathtub full of water. And screamed again when her wrist was violently seized.

At the same moment, the door was banged open. Morgan tossed the sword against that angry and furious man's chest as he caught a glimpse of his wife lying on the floor. He had found Giles' replacement dead in the hall.

He also noticed the black clothes of the dead figure cursing in utter disbelief.

He was undoubtedly a member of the Black Crescent Moon. He was starting to hate those mercenaries.

-Are you all alright? he asked as he lifted a stunned Cassie into his arms.

This time everyone had listened. The screams had caused an uproar. It was just incredible and bad luck.

-Philip? - Cassie stared at him in astonishment.

Was she on board the Black Coral? How?

Since when was he there?

- Are you sure the unfortunate man didn't hurt you? He asked anxiously. - Did the wound open?

- Was I hurt? When was I injured? How did I get here?

Her expression of surprise was absolute.

Too tempting to be ignored with that provocative mouth next to him. He tilted his face close to hers as took her lips fervently. Savoring pleasure, nibbling, and teasing. Just a kiss, he said to himself. It couldn't do any harm. It was a trial to interrupt the brief caress.

Her hands touched his face as if they doubted what saw before responding to his advances. They reciprocated with despair as he kissed her with the impression that was lost in that endless kiss. It was ...

It was so much better than she could remember. He smelled of the sea. It tasted delicious wine.

Morgan swore very low with a groan as he walked away.

It was a damn thing.

The girl was awake and he had a lot to do and he needed to be quick.

-Philip ... When? How? What am I doing here?

He sighed heavily. They were going to find out that there was a woman in his cabin.

Hell, her taste was the same. His blood was pumping hard in the veins.

"Try to stay calm, Morgan."

-You'll be quiet here, Cassie. - He asked while the hand ran her hair. - I'll be back as soon as I can. need to get this fret out of here and put the Coral in order.

-Black coral? - She was surprised to look around. - Are we at the Black Coral !?

Morgan could complain.

The shade of those green eyes was breathtaking for anyone. She was really surprised. The high fever hindered the memory. The sight of her wearing only her shirt was also quite suggestive. She wore no more. Hell. The woman was recovering from a serious injury so he could imagine those things at the moment. Her skin was still warm.

-Nothing stubborn now, my lady. You will obey me at least this time. Then I let you be bossy. You can choose what you want to do. Maybe a hot tub.

The idea was very good, really good. It was going to be a pleasure to help her in that bath and lather that tempting body. This time he intended to appreciate that silky smooth silky skin while his hands roamed her body. was anxious to hear the woman sigh

"Hell, Morgan. Discipline is failing."

Ah, he would love to take that shower with her.

It was really a curse for the girl to be hurt. He needed to make sure that this time she would stay awake long enough to feed. Cassie was staring at him in astonishment. Speechless and the mind refusing to process facts. She was onboard the Black Coral and that cabin was probably his.

Then the door was closed.

Philip Morgan. Was she in that man's bed?

How had it happened?

In fact, what had happened?

Nothing covered her body but that shirt. He had taken off her clothes while dressing and had certainly seen her completely naked. The idea was too disconcerting. She moaned. The boy's clothes. Damn it. The band that held her breasts. It was bad luck. Curse! It must have been a depressing sight in his eyes.

It was her end. It could fall there hard and dead. She wanted to cry.

Ah, he had certainly recognized her.

It was the last coherent thought had.

Her eyes shone completely blue as she gazed at the breathtaking sky with the intense sun. Hot rays penetrated her skin, warming her body

.A small seizure.

And another one ...

She closed her eyes, giving herself completely.

The transformation had begun. Again she was the master of her destiny and free.

It was a predator and the sky was a challenging limit. There were hidden grimoires that would remain forever in the depths of the seas of Ravlen.

The guardian once again summoned assisted those who pursued the sacred pieces and who were to be punished by order of the Goddess ...