Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose.-Chapter 308: Too late?

Zevran.

For the longest time, I was too angry to properly make sense of what she had just said to us, too pissed off beyond reasoning to realize that she’d just mentioned Chalice being in labor as we speak.

My body vibrated with rage and irritation and I spat before I could stop myself; "What do you owe Chalice?"

But she didn’t respond. She didn’t even look at me.

"I just spoke to you. What do you owe Lady Chalice Blackthorne?!" I barked and when she still wouldn’t respond, Darius clapped his hands together and I gasped when a high pitched scream tore out from the back of her throat almost instantaneously.

Fluid slipped out from the corners of her eyes, but they were not clear liquid like tears. They were blood red, thick and ran down so slowly down her face that my first response to it was shock.

I took a step back, my mouth falling slightly open. My eyes desperately shot to Darius’ face but he wasn’t looking at me or anyone at that. However, he didn’t need to because his entire attention was on Miranda and his eyes were cruel— too cruel.

They looked like two swirling dark orbs swallowing people’s souls... and him... he looked like he was taking pleasure in hurting her so badly. Like he was having the time of his life rather than killing someone with just flicks of his wrist.

"Speak, Miranda!" He growled so low, sending jolts of electricity running up my back.

"No!" She cried, convulsing, "I cannot!"

"And you will die!" I clapped back, frowning when she smiled brightly at me. The sight of her bloody teeth and tear streaked face made me somewhat uncomfortable and I looked away, hissing under my breath; "This is a death sentence."

And my ladies and beautiful gentlemen... Do you want to know what her response to that statement was?

Amusement.

Pure amusement.

"I cannot die...!" She laughed, throwing her head back when another ear-splitting groan slipped past her bloody lips, "...you cannot kill me. Not when you know that no one else has the ability to lift that spell off Ms Sinclair. If I die, the soul swap would continue and she would bear all the pain her twin is meant to endure, even childbirth."

Her words made a shiver run up my spine and I stepped back subconsciously, hating myself for letting her words get to me so badly.

And that was when it hit me.

That was when I realized that her statement earlier had not been bluff.

Chalice was indeed in the middle of childbirth and if anything is not done about it, Leilani would be the one suffering through the pain... that plus, the torture she’s already enduring.

My mouth hung open as my forehead creased in worry; And she probably noticed the unease on my face because then, her smile widened. But just as she tried to speak, Darius cut in, his voice sharp and crisp... and dripping with disdain.

He hissed; "You’re wrong."

She froze. "You’re wrong because right now, Chalice is going through that pain all by herself. I am in your head. I have seen what your so-called magical composition is made up of and I have the power to lift Leilani’s curse..."

"I don’t believe you!" She cried desperately, "...you’re not a witch but a curse! An abomination! You do not possess such strengths."

And as soon as she said those words, I mentally facepalmed myself. I half expected Darius to get mad. To be riled up by her choice of words; But to my utmost surprise, he didn’t even seem fazed. He simply smiled, shrugged nonchalantly and drawled in that rich baritone I’ve come to abhor; 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"You are right..."

Now, I was the one freezing in shock.

"You are rightly... stupid. I do not understand why some of you keep making the mistake of thinking that I am a hybrid. I am NOT the hybrid. I am only a Lycan and a dark knight, so spare your praises, and keep them for the girl who you’ve for some reason gotten on her bad side."

When his voice rang out, echoing throughout the room like the sounds of a war cry, Miranda— the girl’s— face went chalk white as she turned to acknowledge him. It took her a moment for whatever realisation that she had realized to creep in, and when it did, she turned to glare at Darius, shook her head slightly and whispered;

"She... she? She is the—?"

"You mean to ask if Leilani is the hybrid?" He drawled amusingly, and before she could respond, went ahead to answer for himself; "Yes, of course! And that is why I plan to keep you alive for you would not die by my hands... but hers."

A kind of chill ran down my spine when he said those words and I subconsciously glanced at Leilani’s still sleeping form.

However this time, I noticed that she no longer seemed as pale as she used to be up until moments ago when I had last checked on her. Her hair was already getting back its spark and her heart monitor was already picking up lines that I would’ve thought impossible only a few hours ago.

Miranda fell to the floor crying, moaning and writhing. Her entire body shook as if possessed by some magical force. A loud scream tore out from her lips; But something about this one felt different from the rest.

It was louder, more painful... it was harsher.

It sounded like it was being ripped from the deepest darkest corners of her soul.

Her eyes widened slightly when she looked up at me, and for a moment, I thought that she must’ve seen something on me that made her so afraid...

Or perhaps I just look so scary, she is scared of looking at me. That was until I heard the word;

"Zevran...?"

And goddess, that wasn’t any of my brother’s voices. It wasn’t my wolf or my mind playing tricks on me. It wasn’t some evil voodoo going off... I was sure as hell that that is Leilani.

My Leilani.

My eyes widened as I spun on my heels and my heart nearly leaped out of my chest when I saw her struggling to sit up but at the same time, swatting Caelum’s helping hands off her body.

She hissed at him; "Let go, I can do just fine!" Causing a smile I could barely contain to spread across my face.

But my smile soon disappeared when her eyes fell on Miranda. But it wasn’t surprise or shock or worry I saw on her face. It was rage.

"Leilani, meet—" Darius began to say, but stopped when their eyes met for a second.

"Miranda. I know who she is," she whispered softly, sounding... confused "...however, I don’t understand how or why I know her, but it feels like I’ve met her before."

The horror on Miranda’s face rivalled mine. But I wasn’t horrified at anything else besides the fact that she sounded different... possessed even.

But that wasn’t all. Her eyes weren’t the usual shade of purple. They were a deep shade of blue.

Like Chalice’s