Chapter 215
That Was Easy
Raven
‘I have a present for you, close your eyes,” Cyrus says as he comes into the kitchen where I sit at the counter, watching Ayla put the finishing touches on her cake that makes me want to vomit.
“Hello to you, too, Cyrus p>
“Hello, my prestigious Luna. I come bearing a gift for you as well.” Cyrus takes out a pickle from his pocket and passes it to Aya. “Sorry about the other one p>
“Awww, thanks. I just finished using the last one.” Ayla explains, and I shudder thinking about it.
“I thought I told you to close your eyes, Cyrus grumbles.
“I thought I told you that I don’t like surprises p>
“You’ll like this one.” I close my eyes and wait impatiently. “Hold your hand out,” Cyrus says, and I reluctantly agree. It
better not be another opossum. Jefferey is enough to handle as it is.
I give up my hand as Cyrus lays something cold and wet on my palm. “Open.” My eyes flare with shock and confusion as I study the bloody ear within my palm. I whip my head to the side as I hear gagging and wretching start from Ayla.
“Did you finally try your cake?” I asked between her dry heaving.
“Is that a…” Ayla turns and empties the contents of her stomach into the kitchen sink.
“What’s wrong with her? Is this a pup hormone thing?” Cyrus sits next to me and cuts a slice of Ayla’s cake before plating it for himself. He’ll regret it.
“I believe her problem will become your problem once Thane finds out you caused her to vomit all over the kitchen.” Cyrus shrugs, grabbing a fork.
“Want to tell me why I’m holding an ear?” I ask as he takes a bite of cake.
“Why do you have an ear, Cyrus?” Ayla asks, wiping her mouth on a towel. Her eyes are watering, and I do not understand why she acts like she hasn’t seen amputated body parts before.
“That ear belongs to the shifter in the dungeon I brought back for my girl.” Cyrus takes another bite of cake before his face contorts in disgust. He opens his mouth, allowing the cake to be shoved out violently by his tongue. “Are you trying to poison yourself? This thing is hideous p>
Cyrus turns the cake around and looks at where he took his slice from. “Are those chunks of pickles?” He gags over his
plate while Ayla slides her cake away from him.
“I think it has a nice flavor. A little tang.” She explains.
“Will somebody PLEASE tell me whose ear I am holding?” I’m growing more impatient by the second, holding this ear while they argue over chocolate pickle cake,
Also disgusting.
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That car belongs to your father. My eyes go wide in shock as I look back and forth between my mate and the ear in any hand. He said something I didn’t like hearing, and well, I
‘t remove my ear
“You brought my father here? How? I mean…that is what you have been doing?” I ask, confused as I study the ear, trying to navigate the emotions that are rising within me.
I simply stole him. I also let him know a new daddy is keeping you company. Cyrus winks. Now that I study him, I can see that he has large amounts of dry blood on his dark clothing and hands.
“Gross.” Ayla scrunches her nose up, probably getting visuals that will give her nightmares.
“Hey, it is not our fault that Thane is a prude in the bedroom, but we are not. Cyrus turns to me as he pushes away his pickle cake. ‘Now, do you want to have a conversation with your ex–father? Thane and I have asked him some questions, and he has probably said all that he is going to. You don’t have to Fireball. I am content to keep hacking parts off, but I
want to give you the opportunity for fun p>
My stomach contents were already swirling while watching this pickle cake go down, but now the nausea I am fighting is caused by the fact that I could face my father. I could face what he did to me. I always wanted to, but a part of me wanted
to pretend the hurt he caused wasn’t there anymore.
I was wrong.
It remains.
It almost ruined me.
It almost ruined my mating bond.
It almost cost me my life.
He doesn’t get off easy.
A smile comes across my face as I flip the ear back and forth over my palm.
“There’s my Fireball.” Cyrus smiles at me as I rise from the stool, taking my ear and my mate with me.
Standing before my father at the moment is like standing in an alternate universe. He looks so broken and weak. He has
blood down his front, and his right eye is swollen shut. His face is a black and blue canvas, and his forearm has flesh hanging from it.
The air reeks of urine, blood, and vomit. Roger groans as he attempts to rouse himself, probably from his concussed state.
“How did you get him out? ”
“Took the frozen river,” Cyrus responds as he watches me carefully.
“Good thinking p>
“What did you do with my mother p>
“Drugged her with an antipsychotic so she can go through the emotional turmoil and paranoia that comes with a missing mate. She won’t be able to feel the bond. She won’t know where he went or if she is next. The pain from the bond alone will cause her agony. They, I will probably swipe her too p>
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How did sem slop the mind that
Trees Fireball. He will be sten sath dirty.
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You must be tired, pushing yourself for this many tre
“Worth it. Raven.
Cyrus ticks my father in the leg as he starts to grown, Attempting to put hry hamufe from the sharkter, both haruly moring from the large amount of effort it seems to take him to try.
Wakey, wakey. Eggs and bakey, Except instead of eggs and bacon, I bring instruments of torture and path: Cvrik ga father by the collar and starts aggressively shaking him.
Roger’s head sways as he attempts to wake up, and I can feel I am close to cutting his eyelids off to speed up “Wake your ass up!” I yell as 1 kick the leg of the chair, pulling against his restraints as he yells in pain.
“Well….look….it’s my…disappointment.” My father pants as he blinks his eyes repeatedly, attempting to clear Bit vjen,
I’m alive and living my best life while you are chained to a chair, pissing yourself, and missing an ear. It looks like only disappointment in this room is you.” I carefully watch him as he stares at me, drooling on himself in the process.
“Let me guess…y–you brought her here for..for some glorious speech before….b before killing me…spare me the dramatics. Roger spits toward me, and Cyrus grabs hold of the back of Roger’s chair and rams his fist into his stomach. father immediately pukes down his shirt on impact.
brought you here to allow my girl to get some playtime,” Cyrus smirks as he steps beside me and wraps his arme around my waist, pulling me into him as he peppers kisses down my neck.
“What do you want to do first?” He asks as I run fingers across the weapons he has laid out on the table. I lift the meat tenderizer up and observe how shiny and new it is in appearance.
“Perfect: I have been wondering how that will perform.” Cyrus smiles at me and gestures with his hand toward my father.
“What has he told you already?” I ask, knowing that I want to know as much as I am afraid to,
“He said he sold you into the ring because you were rejected, already unmanageable, and Stevens willingly did so to allow them to experiment on you,” Cyrus explains as I walk up to my father.
“Well, that certainly makes this easier,” I say as I twist to my left, throwing my weight behind the swing of the meat tenderizer that connects with my father’s face.
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I was wondering why he sliced off the ear…perfect Cyrus logic cos he didn’t like what he heard, but wasn’t going to slice his own ear off! your mind is a wonder
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