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Rosalinda looked at Elvey, and he nodded at her, still locked in the battle of will and magic against Lysandra. The Fae female’s wounded arm had grown back—after I made the pact with the goddess and the land, we’d all healed and regenerated.
“May I access your memory and pull it out for all to see, Mr. Mayor Clifford?” Rosalinda asked.
“By all means!” Kerry hissed, his intense eyes fixing on Lysandra with loathing and hatred. “They need to see. Those entitled fools need to open their eyes!”
Rosalinda pressed her fingers against Kerry’s temples, and a trail of violet light emitted from the mayor’s skin. As it expanded, a hologram, unlike the one that was recording, played in front of everyone.
The media crew looked uncertain, but Kerry ordered them, “Keep recording it. Let all six cities see the truth.”
Through the memory thread, we watched Lysandra’s minions—a few of them were present—shove the kidnapped mayor to an underground room.
Following Kerry’s terrified and furious eyes, we saw the morbid sight inside the witch’s torture chamber—blood sprayed over the walls; dead bodies, partial limbs, and bones scattered and piled on the damp ground.
Red candles lit around the walls in circles, which only added to the horror.
One of Lysandra’s guards pushed Kerry to a chair and chained him as he struggled and threatened. A woman helping the guard patted Kerry’s face. “My queen isn’t so pleased with you, Mayor Clifford. You should never have supported the Dragon King.”
Lysandra glided into the room in an ivory gown tainted with patches of blood on her chest and sleeves.
“Lysandra, you’ll regret this!” Kerry shouted.
“Will I?” she asked, cocking her head to the side. “Before I regret it, I’m going to reward you for all the trouble you’ve caused me. No one should cross me. I’m the absolute power in this realm. Your inferior human species worship the ground I walk on.”
“Who are you then, if you’re not a human?” Kerry demanded.
To the mayor’s credit, though he was terrified in his every bone, he tried to conjure up his courage and didn’t cave in.
“I’m a goddess to your kind,” she said. “All of you are my slaves. And soon I’ll be an immortal, my compensation for wrecking the Dragon Realm. Do you know your lost Dragon Princess is returning?”
Kerry widened his eyes, hope rising in them.
Lysandra laughed in cruel amusement. “I’m waiting for Daisy Danaenyth right here. The spoiled, royal bitch somehow managed to break her curse. But she won’t be prepared for what she’ll receive. After I have her flesh peeling off her bones, I’ll finally have the elixir promised to me.”
“You’re sick,” Kerry said in repulsion and dread. “You need help.”
“Now shut up, Mayor Clifford. We have a job to do,” Lysandra snapped. “I need you to feel excruciating pain and scream for me. In order to achieve that, I’ll have to maim you and break you before I sacrifice you on the altar. Your pain will fuel my magic and energize me. You’re a powerful man, Clifford. Very few could resist my spell and keep such a clear mind, and for that, you’ll get what you’re destined for. I like to play with powerful men and women, like a great lioness playing with its prey before the kill.”
She took time picking a proper tool and used it to pull out Kerry’s nails one by one. As she promised, he screamed and struggled to his best ability, but the heavy chains bound him tightly, making rattling sounds.
Lysandra inhaled his agony with a sweet, satisfied smile before slashing a surgical knife across his lips. Her eyes glowed crimson red, feeding on his pain.
As the mayor’s memory continued, some people in the audience had to turn their eyes away, not having the stomach to watch further. Yet some people watched in delight and fascination.
The ones with violence in their hearts wouldn’t be allowed to stay in my realm. I’d make sure of it, and the land agreed.
The media crew kept recording, their eyes narrowing and widening in horror.
Kerry screamed and screamed as Lysandra sliced every inch of skin on his chest.
“I’ll stop now, Mayor Clifford,” Rosalinda said softly. “That’s enough for them to see.”
Kerry nodded. He was barely hanging on; only rage and adrenaline kept him going. My respect for him grew. He looked half-dead from the torture, yet he wasn’t broken. At least, not completely broken.
“Lies!” Lysandra sizzled, while Elvey kept her busy. She shoved his blue light back with a sudden burst of strength, her coven forming a pentacle shape and chanting behind her.
Elvey staggered, surprise and strain marring his face.
Lysandra was gaining. The witch was strong, her black magic potent, and her coven large. Soon she would break out. What if my White Light winked out when I needed it to subdue the witch?
