Chapter 170
Book 2. Mig Found Lycan Luna Chapter 45
Once Kyson was sure Katrina had both Alphas under control, he escorted me back to the Limo and I
climbed in the back and slid across the seat. My hands shook with adrenaline and I felt a little giddy. The
feeling wearing off as the car started. I nced out the window as the bus and the cars followed,
however the bus headed down a different street, as the orphanage street was too narrow for the bus,
with its low-hanging trees to fit. We slow a little as the orphanagees into view out my window.
That ce will never hurt anymore children. I unclip my seatbelt and tap on the window. Trey wound the
ss window down and I told them to stop. The car does and one of the other cars follows after the bus,
while the other three stop behind us.
I open my door when Kyson grips the back of my pants. “You don’t need to go back in there. There is
nothing there for you anymore,” he whispers, but I wanted no remnants of this ce.
“I know,” I tell him and he lets me go and sighs. I climb out as do the guards, taking positions around the
cars. Treyes over to me.
“What’s wrong?” I shake my head, moving toward Liam as he steps out of the car.
“Have you got a lighter?” I ask knowing he smoked. He lifts an eyebrow at me.
“Terrible habit. Shouldn’t smoke when up the duff,” he tells me and I roll my eyes and hold my hand out
for the lighter.
“I’m not smoking.” I tell him, and he pulls a packet out before lighting a smoke.
“Since we have stopped,” he says, handing me the lighter. I step over the gate, and Kyson grips my arm.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure no more kids evere back here.” I tell him, shaking his arm off. Guards rush ahead of
me as I walk around the outside of the building to the small garden shed out the back. Kyson follows but
just watches me as I reach above the low hanging tin roof for the padlock key. I feel around before
pulling it down and unlocking the padlock.
Ducking my head, I step inside and see a red jerrycan. I grab it off the small shelf and shake it to find it
had a bit of fuel left in it for the mower. I crack the lid and the fumes confirm it is indeed petral. Stepping
out of the garden shed. Kyson gasps,ing over and snatching it from me.
“You are not ying with petrol!” he growls.
“Give it to me.” I tell him, holding my hand out. But he refused.
“Give me the lighter. I will do it,” he says, holding his hand out. I didn’t care who did it, as long as the
ce was reduced to nothing but soot and ash. I hand him the lighter when Liam bounces on the balls of
his feet like an excited kid in a candy store.
“Can I help? Liam likes ying with fire.” he says, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
I nce inside the small shed when Liam clears his throat behind me.
“No fuel needed. I always have lighter fluid,” he says and I look at him over my shoulder to see him
rummage inside his jacket.
“Here, hold this,” he says, passing me a knife. “Ah, and this,” he says, dropping a pistol in my hand.
Kyson growls, snatching it from me.
“Liam!” he scolds him.
“It’s in here somewhere,” Liam mutters, pulling out an apron covered in blood. He sniffs it and pulls a
face. “I was wondering what that smell was!” Liam mutters, chucking the apron over his shoulder and
rummaging around some more. “Ah, found it!” he announces, holding up a bottle of lighter fluid. He then
turns to Trey, who was watching him, like Liam was a madman.
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“Here ferret face fuck, hold my shit!” Liam says, dumping his apron and taking the knife from me and his
pistol from Kyson. He loads up Trey’s arms, before removing his jacket.
“Genuine leather. Can’t ruin that,” Liam says, dumping it in Trey’s arms. Kyson growls as Liam skips like
a kid to the back door. He gives a ninja cry, before kicking in the back door, and Kyson shakes his head.
“Can’t take this idiot anywhere.” he curses, stalking after Liam with the jerrycan in hand. Trey nods for
me to follow him.
“Think that man needs a psych evaluation,” Trey mutters to me and nudges me with his elbow. Iugh,
following Trey back out the front with the guards surrounding us.
Call the fire brigade, Don’t want it getting out of control,” Trey tells one of the guard’s, who pulls his
phone out. Leaning against the hood of the limo, I listen to Liam singing at the top of his lungs inside the
house. I also hear ss shattering before hees to the front window on the top floor. He waves and I
laugh before waving back.
“That man is unhinged,” I tell Trey as Kysones out, shaking his head. He reeked of petrol fumes.
Kyson stops beside me.
“The fool is going to kill himself one day,” Kyson says, when Liam suddenly sets the curtains of the room
on fire, with the lighter he stole from Kyson. He starts cat calling out the window and dancing.
“Liam, get out of there! The room is on fire, you twat!” Kyson calls out and Liam stops the weird ass fire
dance he was doing. The entire room goes up and he yanks the curtain rod of the window.
“You smell smoke?” he asks, smiling, and showing all his teeth. Kyson shakes his head again, as Liam
climbs out the window, dancing on the roof and chanting about fire gods, or some crap. The room beside
him catches on fire and Liam rubs his hands together getting ready to jump off the small porch roof when
he suddenly vanishes. I blink before hearing a crash as he fell through the porch roof. He groans sitting
up, while Trey erupted in faughter beside me.
Liam holds his hand up. “I’m okay!” he announces before rolling on his side. Atile falls off and hits his
shoulder before shattering on the ground.
“That hurt my fanny!” he says with a groan while rubbing his butt and skipping down the steps. Just as he
steps off thest one, the entire porch copsed.
“Wow! Talk about in the nick of time!” Liam says.
“I swear, you have nine lives!” Kyson tells him with a shake of his head. We watched the ce burn, the
roof caving in and the air filled with ck smoke. Once we heard the sirens on the way we climbed in the
limo knowing they would contain what was leftol the burning rubble.
But as the wind carried the smoke away I felt myself rx as if it was also carrying my past with it Ivy
was no more, and Mrs. Daley was no more. I knew my past and what we endured would always remain
but the sense of relief that came with watching that ce burn gave me hope, that maybe the memories
would one day fade, maybe they wouldn’t hurt as much, Kyson reaches over and squeezes my hand,
and I look at him.
“Ready to go home?” he asks, and I nod.
I was ready to go home, and for once the castle felt like home. As much as I was petrified of going back
knowing there was someone there trying to sabotage everything, ruin me. It still didn’t bring the fear this
ce did. And for once I felt free, free of everything and this ce, free to try to move on. Because one
thing I knew, if I could survive eight harrowing years here, I could survive anything.
Nothing breaks a soul more than being suppressed, nothing breaks someone more than being shackled
and trapped in a repetitive loop of torture. Kyson and I had our differences, different beliefs that came
with different upbringings, and different views of how we should be, Kyson was raised with a silver spoon
while I was raised with whips and canes. Both of us had our own struggles to contend with and I knew
most of which Kyson struggled with was insecurities while I struggled with what was beat into me,
engraved making me meek and fearful of everything, something I was trying to work on. Yet you can’t
beat a dog every day and expect it not to flinch when you pat it. Everything takes time, but I knew Kyson
could be patient. I just had to remember I had to be patient with him, too.
I knew I knew little about who I was, but I trusted Kyson would eventually teach me. As much as he
angered me, I did trust him, and after today and him letting me have control, I trusted he would also one
day let me find my voice, the one that was squashed living here. So with those thoughts in mind, yes, I
was ready to go home Home was something I never thought I would have, but now ! realized home was
anywhere Kyson was.