Chapter Eleven

Amethyst was going crazy. Gavin had ben asking questions for hours. The problem was they were generic, boring questions that ranged from "What is your favorite ability as a demon?" to "What is your favorite color?"

"What is your favorite gemstone?" He asked her while she tried to imagine how on earth she could kill herself while held hostage.

"Amethyst." she answered automatically. "How much longer are you going to ask me these stupid questions?" She asked, flustered.

"As long as I please. And longer than that. You've lied to me ten times." He answered casually. He had a dagger in his hands now and was playing with it absentmindedly. "Now, be a good girl and answer me this. Do you miss your parents?"

"I don't know. Never knew them." She answered, her frustration getting the best of her.

"Do you hate them?" He asked, unconcerned with her attitude.

"Yes. They let me live in a world that wants me dead. I can't hep it."

"Then would it be safe to assume that you don't miss them?"

"Yes, Gavin." She was imagining stabbing herself in the gut with the dagger in his hands and the pain required to let it bleed out until she died. She wnated Nevermore. Her fantasy shifted and she imagined herself in the nest with Nevermore pulsing through her veins, empowering her, entrancing her audience as she entranced herself dancing.

"Wake Up!" Gavin shouted.

"I didn't know I'd fallen asleep." She commented.

"If I was boring you, why didn't you tell me?" He asked.

"I thought it would be rude." She answered.

"Getting back to my questions, do you love the prince?"

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Urban followed Amethyst's stengthening scent and her more pronounced tracks. He was getting worried. Someone else's scent was mingling with hers. And was smelling blood.

"Milord!" One of his guards called.

"What is it? And stop shouting..." Urban trailed off in his scolding when he saw was immediately recognized was Mavros' dagger. It was half sheathed and covered in blood. Urban's heart sped. As angry as he was at Mavros for his hand in Amy's kidnapping, Mavros was still like a brother to him and he was scared. Mavros didn't deserve death.

"What is it, Milord?" The guard asked.

"This is Mavros'. Split up into threes. Reijel, Mikel. You two are with me. Find Mavros."

"Yes, Milord." The guard all acknowledged in unison.

With his two guards at his back, Urban followed The scent of Mavros' blood and Amethyst's perfumed skin.

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Mavros was glad when he passed out; He had lost a lot of blood. He was thinking in his mind that he didn't deserve the reprieve from the pain. After what he had done, he deserved as slow and agonizing a death the creature could afford him.

In the blackness, he could see another woman, this one so beautiful he could hardly bare to look at her. He then realized his eyes were still open.

Ellisa, my first and only true love. Raja my escape and my ending. Please Gods, let them forgive me before I die. I don't want the pain of their hearts and betrayals on my head, my soul, and my afterlife. Let them find a way away from the ain I caused them. Let them remember me aas but a wraith of their past. Let them cast me away as nothing but a toy of the past that they have outgrown. Let no one I love, love me enough to care. I ont deserve it. I-

Before his prayer could be finished, the woman sent a ball of glowing light at Mavros and he was knocked out cold.