Chapter 342

Besides, even if she wanted to help them, Tracy knew she couldn’t do it. She didn’t have the time or the resources to take care of them. If she killed them all, then she had a sick feeling that the shifter council would hunt her down. These were the duties and responsibilities of the shifter council. There was little she could do about it without getting hunted by the shifters and the council. Unless she wanted to get caught and get burned at the stake—not like they would be able to catch her, but still, it was better to leave this task in the hands of that lycan alpha.
He would be able to do a much better job than she. These people just needed to wait for an hour at most, and after that, they would be fine. At least they would get their sweet release, the one they had been waiting for all along.
Tracy jogged past those glass cases and hurried out of the warehouse. The murky, rotten scent of blood and flesh disintegrated as she stepped into the clearing. Clean air hit her in the nose, and the stench slowly started to get cleansed. She raised her head and looked at the darkness in front of her. She needed to hurry. Inez must be waiting for them to rescue her.
Tracy hoped that Inez was alright and she hadn’t ended up getting involved with any other trouble. That girl always acted brave and put on a false bravado, but the truth was that she was scared of being locked up in small places. The place she was at the moment was right out of her nightmare. She hated being locked up and feared getting tormented. Both of the things were happening to her at the moment.
Well, there was nothing she could do other than get a move on. She had to get Inez out of that place. The only problem was the man who was guarding that building. That rotten fallen angel.
But for the time being, she had to get that lycan alpha out of the trouble. But how was she going to explain the entire fiasco? Including the witch who tore her soul into pieces and then possessed different bodies as vessels to let those pieces of soul get stronger. Like a parasite. From what she knew, shifters had never heard about Shardbinders.
She pursed her lips and rubbed the space between her brows, her gaze meeting with the shifter who had been tied and thrown to one side by her. Oh.
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Inside the dungeon, Inez was still lying on the floor; the pain inflicted on her skin didn’t let her move, and even the slightest movement made her tear open the skin.
Gilderoy hadn’t returned to her cell. Inez couldn’t help but wonder what and where that man was or what he was doing. But every second he was away from their cell was a blessing. Controlling a shifter was, after all, much easier than controlling a half-blood vampire. The two sisters were waiting for the opportunity, and finally it arrived in the form of a guard.
Inez raised her head and watched the man get closer to her cell. Her eyes flickered to Scarlet, whose entire body was taut with nervousness as if she was worried that this was not going to work. But it had to work. This was their only chance.
“Kind sir.” Inez let her consciousness fall back and allowed Nerina to take over. “Can you refill our jug? There is no water in our cell and we are thirsty.”
The guard frowned and turned to look at the woman. His brain kept telling him to move forward, but his heart—his heart couldn’t help but yearn to do what the woman was asking him to do. His feet instinctively moved to the cell. “What?” he glanced at the jug and licked his lips, trying to hold onto the last shard of rationality. “I saw it getting filled last night.”
He spoke with certainty, but there was a heartbeat of hesitation. That was all Nerina needed; she pulled at her restraints and whispered softly, “It’s cracked, my lord. You can see the water trickling down on the floor and the puddle underneath it.”
The guard turned his head and indeed noticed the puddle under the jug. His gaze met with Nerina’s, who pitifully stared up at him; his heart swayed, and he walked to the station in the corridor before fetching a jug of water from it. Opening the door of the cell, he entered the dingy, small space, and that was all that Nerina needed. She turned her head and looked at Scarlet, who lunged to her feet and hurled the restraints at the back of the head of the guard.
There was no hesitation, no mercy, as she slammed the chains on the back of the head of the man.
“What—”
The guard reached for the electric baton, but before he could even touch it, Nerina rose to her feet and commanded, “Stop.”
It wasn’t a melody. Just a simple whisper, and yet it held such an intensity that the man stopped. He froze, confusion flickering in his gaze as if his own body had betrayed him. He shook his head violently, muttering, “What—what are you? What did you do to me?”
Scarlet didn’t let him question them any further. She slammed the iron shackles into the temple of the man, making him crumple to the floor like a kite without its string.
Once the man fell to the floor of the dungeon, the two of them exchanged a look. Scarlet was breathing hard as she wiped the blood off the shackles onto her clothes.
“Run?”
“Run.”
The sisters didn’t wait and turned to run out of the dungeon after pulling the guard to one corner. The dungeon twisted around them like a labyrinth, and twice they ran into the patrol guards, but Nerina controlled them.
“Look to the right; you didn’t see us.”
“We have the right to roam.”
And each time the guards obeyed her commands without knowing why, their steps turned away from the path of the sisters allowing them to escape out of the twisting corridors. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ.net