Chapter 147


    Read Taming Darkness By Jessica Hall Book 3 Chapter 22 – Aleera


    I was shoved into the facility and stumbled forward a few steps. I used the ck to yank out of their


    clutches. I couldn’t stand the sensation of their hands touching me. Weren’t the cuffs enough? I couldn’t


    use my magic yet, nor could I call for help.


    One of the men grabbed my shoulder in a vice grip, his hold tightening around my upper arms. Did they


    fear me because of the damage I had done to their fellow minions in the battle? It was smart, but they


    acted as if I would break free with the little strength left in me.


    I wouldn’t have fought back even if I did have some way of doing so. Not when I desperately wanted to


    know what that vile woman had nned. She’d disclosed just a few tidbits so far, nothing that would give


    me a means of shutting her and her power hunters down for good. I needed more evidence, and I


    needed to see it with my own eyes.


    Besides, right now she was exactly where I wanted her, with all the false bravado to match. I wouldn’t


    risk breaking my cover or spilling any of my own secrets. I needed her to think I was broken, that she


    was the one in control, that she had triumphed over her weak malleable daughter. She had to believe


    that she could take me off the board at any moment, if she wanted to bother herself to, that was.


    The grip on me didn’t loosen in the slightest, if anything, their fingers dug deeper, like they wanted to


    cause me pain. They dragged me after her as she strode ahead of us, leading the way with her head


    held high, as if she was true royalty. She believed herself to be a Queen, but I understood she was


    nothing by a tyrant.


    I red at her back, wishing I hadser vision and could cut her head right off her neck. No, that wouldn’t


    be enough torture for this bitch. I wanted her to truly suffer with every breath that left her body. I didn’t


    want her to have a quick, merciful death. She was no mother, no Queen, nothing but a vile, rotten


    creature. Her only goal was to obtain power at any cost, everyone around her were just pawns to that


    end.


    During our little trip, my eyes darted around, trying to recognize any of the objects on disy. Would they


    trigger any of my memories? Would she actually stoop low enough to try to make this ce look like


    home to fuck with me? I wouldn’t put it past her, but the question was would it be worth her time to try to


    torment me?


    Those thoughts all faded from me as we got to our destination. My steps stumbled, and my insides froze


    up. I never thought I would see this ce again, and all those warnings that had been pressed upon me


    in childhood came roaring back. The one reminder that I was never allowed to forget.


    Stay away from the basement. Don’t even touch the door. It was pounded into me from the moment I


    could crawl. It was where my father spent most of his time, and it was strictly off-limits. I didn’t have many


    rules growing up, despite who my parents are now, my childhood wasn’t traumatic. But the basement for


    some reason always instilled fear in me, a deep-rooted fear I could not exin.


    My mother must have noticed my hesitation because she giggled and a cruel sparkle glittered in her


    eyes.”


    Say, Aleera, did you want to hear something funny?” she questioned me, stepping beside the door.


    I wanted to turn and run, I didn’t want to go near that door, but their tight grip on my hands wouldn’t allow


    me to move. I bit my lip to stay silent. My skin would be mottled with bruises from their disgusting hands,


    but despite the pain, I didn’t want to y along with this sick bitch’s game.


    “No,” I sneered beneath my breath.


    If she heard my rude reply, she ignored it. cing a hand on her hip, she tilted her head as she gestured


    her free hand to the door. I hated this ce and I hated her. I did my best to not let my breathing change,


    I refused to give her any satisfaction from what this ce was doing to me.


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    A wide, wicked smirk spread across her lips as she took a step toward me. Like an actual snake, she


    leaned in and hissed in my ear, “This ce, your home, my dear Aleera, is what saved my life when that


    lab went down in mes. This is where I hid while the chaos broke loose. So many of your father’s


    experiments were under these very floorboards when Darius set this ce alight.


    They died in that fire. I bet now you wish it was me to be one of the ones who burned to ashes, huh?”


    I repressed the urge to shudder. Had she nned this damn speech of hers? As always, she was doing


    her damnedest to hurt me. Why else would she go to these lengths to point out that the one ce I had


    any refuge in, my only home, was the same area that had saved her worthless life?


    I watched her every movement, trembling to contain myself. Sheughed and turned her back on me,


    sticking her hand in her pocket and pulling out an old key. She strutted to the door and jammed it into the


    lock, twisting it until we heard the heavy clunk of the lock.


    The old door screeched as if in warning, as she pulled it open and a grotesque putrid stench wafted out. I


    wished I could cover my nose because the smell burned my insides. What was it down there? Had she


    been experimenting with skunks and moldy macaroni and cheese that had been stuck down there since


    the fire? I wanted to vomit and my eyes watered. But despite how much I tried to turn my head and bury


    it in my shirt to avoid the odor, her brutes held me in ce, forcing me forward.


    “After you, dear,” my mother mocked, giggling at me again. The men holding me shoved me toward the


    door, dragging me as my legs turned to jelly.