Chapter 184: (184): Don't Try Me

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Bryant galloped to the knights' station. Wilmore had wished for a private meeting with Livia and guessed that was not going to be a regular meeting otherwise the prince wouldn't ask him to set it. 

Reaching the place, he jumped down the horse and went inside, the guards and the knights looked at him in dismay. 

He ignored them all and went inside, Winston appeared in his way, "when you are around, it means trouble, Bryant! What do you want again?"

His tone was harsh.

"None of your business, giant!"

Bryant continued his path, his eyes as sharp as always, glistening.

He ascended the stairs and went to his chamber. He heard voices, Wilmore was talking to Natasha. No guard was there, he sharpened his ears and heard some words, his eyes widened! 

"He knows about the mother of vampires!"

He murmured. Wilmore had seriously sipped death if he had met her.

He stood there for a while then knocked on the door.

"Get inside, Bryant!" Wilmore accepted him, already he had smelled his odor.

Bryant grabbed the handle, squeezed his eyelids, strode inside! Natasha yanked him and seized for outside. 

"Are you still mad at me?" Bryant directed to her.

Natasha stopped, her eyes ran teary, she was the emotional one amongst all of them.

"Leaving us and joining the devils was your wish."

"Do you really think that you are different than me! Our hands are dirty with blood."

Natasha's fingers curled, she squeezed them and flashed down the corridor.

"If you are done with committing it to crunch her nerves come here."

Bryant felt butterflies in his guts, shutting the door back, he roamed for the prince, bending on the seated prince, pushing his collar down, in either side he checked to see any vampire fangs, the cold sweat dried on his skin as soon as he found nothing.

"Do you want to die?"

Bryant looked down into his eyes, "how can you be a blunder?"

He pulled back and looked at his prince over his right side, his eyes grasped the small papers that Wilmore shoved into his pocket.

"Why? Did you expect me to send you fit that mission and let my sister have a huge bite?"

"I am not working for Livia!"

"Who do you work with? Have you ever reckoned it?"

Wilmore moved in his place, the pain in his shoulder was decreasing, he took out the potion that master Gaven had given him, removed the lid, and devoured a sip. He was going to be in relief before meeting Livia. He had enough stamina to warn her.

"I addressed her to the cave!"

Wilmore hummed, that was his secret place and only Bryant knew. The days that he was suffering to stop the beast within him, he used to shelter there, clawing the rough and harsh walls of the cave, forcing Bryant to chain him there in full moons.

Bryant hated the cavern because he saw Wilmore in trauma in that place. The memories from there all yearned for darkness. But he had changed since he came back from Greenwood, in such a short time.

"Do you trust the girl?"

Wilmore darted a sharp glance at him.

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"Why are you questioning me? Weren't you one of those who I trusted and betrayed me? Doesn't it sound foolish to ask me such a question? I want her body, her heart, just to survive."

"I doubt if it is only lust and cure!"

"What do mean exactly?"

Bryant drove his sight off him, no longer they could talk to each other, those days they were too close to each other were buried and spoiled through time.

"You love her, don't try me! I can prove it by putting a blade on her head." He turned to the door. 

"Wait!"

Wilmore stood up, grabbed his coat off the hanger, and went to him, standing beside him added, "let us be like old days once more."

The look in Bryant's expression was dim, it couldn't feed his heart but at least he could company him.

"Fine!"

They steered out of the knights' mansion. Winston was growling at Karim who snatched his pipe.

"Winston, come here!" Wilmore summoned him.

"Yes, your highness!"

"Winston, gather your stuff! You and your troop will move to the south within five days. Go there earlier and take Rave with you. I will leave you the order tomorrow. Tell that rat we need his fast ship."

Winston grinned, pricking Rave was his hobby, he couldn't avenge that unnerving clever ass.

"My honor! Your grace. Be safe."

The prince drew the way to his horse that was approached by a soldier. He climbed up the saddle and looked back at Bryant over his shoulder.

"How many people are with her?"

"Around six personal guards and Oliver."

Wilmore would not take soft on her, her guards were all assassins, trained under her watch. All of them were wicked and worshipped Livia as if she was a goddess, assuming her as the true heir of Velator.

Sprinting to the mountain, they surged for a narrowed throat, the cave was on the east part of the left tower but from that throat and the trees on the way that ambushed everything, no one could see who was passing through the area.

Wilmore and Bryant arrived at the cave earlier and dismounted, tied the horses' lariat to the trees, and went to the cave.

It was dim inside that huge cave. Wilmore went to the walls that still had the trace of his nails and paws. The chain was still plunged to the end of the cave, frizzed by ice.

A memory arose in his head. He was eleven, Bryant helped him to escape the left tower, but soon the full moon performed on the sky and he began to change, he pricked himself with the silver dagger but the wolf revolted it and shaped in half, Bryant hardly afforded to chain his ankle, in the meantime, Wilmore could not avoid his craving not to kill him.

One of his nails scratched Bryant's face, deep and bleeding his face became but he didn't give up and brought him to this cave, locked the chain over a strong rock while his face veiled in blood.

Wilmore erased the memories and his eyes shifted to Bryant.

"If I could bring time back, I would have run away from this cursed land with you."

"You can't escape your destiny."

They heard horses outside. Wilmore's hand shifted as white wolf claws, his eyes sparkled and his fangs grew. His bones began to change shape, a moment later he let the beast take the body, but did not allow it to have control over his mind. They made a deal only because of the girl.

Flooding outside, he seized the guards, the horses terrified and struggled the riders, smashed the men. The bodies were thrown to the rocks severely, laid there unconscious. A wraith was dispatching them.

Livia dismounted and went to Oliver, her stomach was twisting. She was scared to the bone.. Wilmore wasn't himself, in her assumption.

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