39 Chapter (39): Feed

Hux heaved out a breath, Wilmore was growling about his stubborn mother but he took after her! He strode to his bag and brought out letters.

"See them, they are enough to say that the numbers of imps madly increased."

Wilmore didn't answer him because he had no word to say and was aware of all. He was inclined to think about it.

"Call, Rave! I want to search about Miguel James and find out which whore he had slept with and parented that chicky boy. I want to know about his most darkest secrets."

Hux coughed, was he joking? Why would they send a stupid gambler after Miguel James?

"Are you sure that this idea can help us find allies?"

Hux doubted. He put those useless letters on the table.

"I am a no-good man, Hux! I thought at least you know what I am."

"Yes, you kissed the devil's hand, man, I have nothing to say. I am going to see Natasha, don't you want to menace her?"

"Hm, menace! Let out a word of menace if you want your guts to fall out on the floor."

Hux turned to the door.

"Wait, we must stay here until tonight! I would accept the girl's invention. It is out of manner to reject a lady's wish."

He grinned wickedly. Even after years of being collateral together, Hux could feel his heart shudder out of dread, no one could predict what he had in his mind. That was too smelly so he couldn't ascertain himself to think about a decent intention.

"Where are you going if you have no nerves for my sister?"

Hux asked him as he saw the prince tending to wear his cloak.

"Stay out of my personal affairs, I'll be back in the evening. As Natasha returned move your ass because we would go back to Bollington with no stop."

"I see, go feed your curiosity, your grace!"

Hux got out of the room, yet struggling to understand Wilmore but he couldn't, he never did and didn't annoy to do because at the end he wouldn't comprehend either way. Wilmore was accustomed to evading them when they were off the mission whether he could guess where he would go, checking the path that Natasha would cross.

Hux grabbed the handle to enter his sister's room but he found it locked, he stepped backward and sighed. She left, but to where? Only gods knew.

Turning on his heels, he jolted, "gods! Is this how people see us? You look like a grim reaper."

Hux notified.

Wilmore continued his path, "I guessed that she would sneak away not to see our faces, shake your legs! You must come with me."

Hux bobbed his head and went to his room. He was keen to know where he would go and what would he catch.

Wilmore strode down the corridor. He could read Natasha's face since they left James' house. She said no word and she was deuced that was unlike her. He would ask her to reconsider her ethics before prejudicial or punishment. It was her test and she failed already. Such trivial thing involved her so much and she needed to suppress her emotions if she wanted to remain in his troop. She had been despairing him recently. He reached the stairs when Hux appeared beside him.

"What if he rejected your sister? We saw she has a wife."

Hux asked.

Wilmore knew how ambitious Livia was and if James did so, unlike her wish, that could cause an awful provocation.

"She would kill him and his family. The woman was pregnant."

Hux's eyes went wide. Was princess Livia such an extremist?

They roamed down the stairs, yet seeing those eyes who came to have lunch following them, all were annoying. Why couldn't they just be apathetic?

They headed outside and Hux called the boy who was tending to horses.

"Kiddo! Bring our horses."

The boy obeyed and jumped down the handrail that he used to have in his seat.

"What is your guess? Where she can be?"

Wilmore asked.

"Meeting the broker she talked about! You know her way, she is always after negotiations, and if they don't work she leaves some cut."

As he said that a lean alcoholic man passed by, his eyes widened in fear and he began to run.

"Gods above! Why do they fear us?"

Wilmore's eyes rolled down Hux's vest.

"Oh, these!"

The horses came along with the boy. They didn't hesitate and mounted on the horses. Hooting them, they rode out of the street.

They had two hours to reach the borders of Rose forest. Wilmore wasn't sure what road it was because the faeries used to manipulate their borders, changing the shapes of roads to be assured no one would find them.

"How could you be nice when you realized who I am?'

Wilmore whispered to himself. The girl was calm and said nothing to anyone. Was it being innocent or she was planning to avenge him? He prayed that she didn't tell this to her uncle and would force him to refuse Livia because then, Livia would not even spare the baby inside that woman's womb.

They arrived at the beginning of the dirt road, the hooves smashed the snow, crows were singing rue in the sky. The branched shivered and snow sprinkled down. The fawn that was seeming for food under snow ran vigilant and galloped away.

After two hours of riding, they halted. Wilmore couldn't shove down the raider thoughts away. How could this girl snatch his logic in a few moments?

"Do you sense any darkness?"

Hux asked.

Wilmore removed his gloves and knelt on the cold snow, his palm kissed the white Floor of the forest. The snow turned to ice and grew up, embracing the trees, and Wilmore's eyes turned more light, as the ice was. Everything he would touch in a lustful moment, would die out of frosting.

"No magic, no faerie but here is the path that goes to their road."

Wilmore was notified and got to his feet. Hux looked around, he saw no road but trees, the thickness was rougher in this place. He strode to the thorns of the roses bush. If there was a route, they locked it.

"Why do you care about the girl?"

Hux asked again.

It was the first time he was questioning him.

"Because I think that we are relatives!"

Hux shifted his head to him, his mouth was dropped open.

"Freaky! How come?"

"That young man Ryan, he is only four years older than me! Wasn't it the time my older sister evaded with the outstanding knight of eagles troop?"

Hux's expression turned murky as Wilmore notified that. Rarely, he could make mistakes about the scent of blood. If he thought so, then he called his own sister a whore.