Chapter 144
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was like neither of my parents. Both were inherently evil in their own sick and twisted ways, with ns for
power and domination. After everything that hade to light, experiencing what Darius had at the
hands of my father, through his memories, and what I had witnessed firsthand of my mother, I could
wholeheartedly say I am a better person than they were, and apparently smarter too.
Maybe she’d been too enamored with the idea that she had finally won against me to even notice the
walls of my trap closing in. She hadn’t overpowered me, even if she believed that to be the case, but my
only goal had been to get my mate’s out. Not only out of that awful ce, but far away from the eyes of
my mother. Her hatred for them clouded the reality of what was actually going on. They were her
kryptonite, which I would use to my full advantage, keeping her focused where I wanted.
As much as they yed a part, it seemed I was enough of a distraction, her grand prize, the main
attraction of all the twisted I things she had worked so hard to aplish. I was to be the key to
everything she had ever wanted to be.
From the moment I’d decided to go after my mother, I was aware I would do whatever it took to ensure
the safety of my mates, even let them think I risked my life for them. It was a small price to pay for the
song of revenge that yed beneath my breath.
Given the choice of suffering their wrath over having to watch them in agony another moment, it was not
one I had to think about. What she attempted to do to all of them inside that barrier had been enough to
cement my decision. I would not be the reason they lost their lives.
Keeping in the forefront of my mind that my mates were not just Demonic-fae. Tobias was Vampiric fae,
Lycus was Were-fae and Kalen, he was darkness. For these reasons, I had forced each of my mates
through that portal and ignored their reactions. My mother would have killed them without a second
thought. Her precious crystal would have drained my power, and we all would have been immobilized.
If she had seeded, they would have been temporarily defenceless to her power, which was more than
enough time for that vicious woman to extinguish their lives.
With my n firmly in ce, step one wasplete. Although it had been heartbreaking hearing my
mates, as I saved them one at a time, it had been sessful. I needed to get caught and taken away
from them. I’d allowed my mother to tap into my magic, as a distraction, so she wouldn’t touch theirs. It
was risky, that woman’s greed knew no bounds, but that worked to my advantage and I aplished my
first goal.
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If my n had failed, she would have syphoned all their magic, leaving them and me powerless while
she ughtered them, forcing me to watch as they died.
When it came to me, I understood her n, but she overlooked an extremely important detail. Her
demonic crystals did weaken me, as she knew they would, but the effect was only temporary.
Even now, my power was slowly creeping back. It filled my being and overrode the shackles she’d
constructed to take down a Demonic -Fae. That dark side of me was gone, it had burned out the moment
her crystal towers zapped the power from me. She immobilized Darius! magic in me, butpletely
forgot I wielded my own. But although intelligent, my mother kept overlooking the important little details,
like I was a Harmony-Fae.
Okay, apparently, ording to her, I was Seraphim. Which made zero sense, I wasn’t sure if she was
trying to trick me with an obvious lie or if there was more to it. It would be something to figure outter if
time permitted. One thing was painfully clear, my mother kept underestimating me and what I was
capable of. It was as if she was stuck in some vicious cycle of self sabotage.
Her sole focus was on how close she was to attaining her heart’s desire and everything she had worked
towards and ever wanted. She was blind to my previous actions, my current ones, and how I was acting
now. She was so tied up in herself, she probably wouldn’t even notice me falling off a cliff.
For the briefest of moments, I worried she might cotton on to how calm I was, and how I hadn’t resisted,
tried to fight back, or didn’t spit profanities, at least out loud. I was acting like a model prisoner, not
someone who wanted to get away from her.
It was almostughable, she believed that she was the one who had trapped me. That she could just
drain me of my magic and leave me powerless, an easy target. All of this was so far from the actual truth.
Standing here, being restrained by her minions is all on me and my choices. I needed them to think they
were winning this grand battle. I had given up my freedom in order to put myself in a position to take
them all down.
The moment we stepped through the veils and wards that surrounded this ce, I felt the shimmer of
magic around me and I realized it wasn’t just this ce but thend that held power, it was almost
supercharged. I didn’t have enough left to understand exactly what it was, but it was some sort of
protection or concealment spell and that was also clear how her men moved in and out of the shields,
just disappearing and reappearing elsewhere.
They pushed and shoved me toward the house. The house looked exactly how I remembered it, making
my throat dry. My mother casually walked through the door as if she’d never left, and it made me wonder
if she ever did.
The magic crackled around me as we went through the door, and the fake outsideyer melted away,
revealed to be the illusion I had suspected was there all along. It was nothing but a cover for what this
ce really was.
I was hot on my mother’s heels when I stepped through the door frame and was transported, or maybe
just exposed, to what was no longer my childhood home. She had brought me to her dirty little, or not so
little from the look of this ce, secret. It was a massive facility, and I fought to hide the spike of joy that
flooded through me.
She’d just led my mates straight to her.