Chapter 35: Veil of Betrayal
As the three cars raced through the night, the tension inside was palpable. Anastasia, seated in one of the cars, observed Lucian, her instincts tingling with concern. Lucian, usually a fountain of words and actions, was unusually quiet.
"Mr. Alex, is there something I don't know?" Lucian inquired, his curiosity piqued. Mr. Felix, seasoned and wise, responded, "You still have much to learn, son." The anticipation grew as they drove, the purpose of their journey veiled in mystery.
In the lead car, Mr. Alex was deep in thought. They came to a sudden halt in a dense woodland, and the men swiftly exited, their guns ready for any threat. Mr. Alex had suspected this place, the stains of blood a haunting clue. "Lucas is already here," he whispered to the others, guiding them towards the heart of the ominous woods.
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Jessy's POV
I found myself back home, overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions. Gratitude flooded me, knowing that I owed my newfound freedom to Lucas. He had always been my savior, though not of my kind. He never hesitated to protect me, his actions defying the limits of humanity.
I longed for Alex, a pillar of safety in my life, yet his presence eluded me. My thoughts raced, worry gnawing at my heart. Where was my father? Questions spun through my mind, unanswered.
"Help!" I cried out to the three men, holding Mr. Lucas who had fainted in my arms. They swiftly assisted, carrying him into the safety of my room. I insisted on this choice, deeming it warmer and less perilous.
As Mr. Lucas shivered from the cold, confusion gnawed at me. "What's happening?" I inquired, concern etched on my face. The man with the fiery red hair explained, "That wicked witch poisoned him."
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