Lover Sacrificed - Chapter 22

Jhade was watching over Nalla who was sobbing softly, but Jhade suspected it was not because of the needing pain.

She felt so sorry for both of the,

Darius had been crying when he had left them, but he had also looked determined. She just hoped he wasn’t going to do anything crazy. He had looked desperate enough.

- I shouldn’t have sent him away.

Nalla spoke through her tears, her voice shaky.

- Daddy is going to kill him

- No he won’t. He’ll be mad, sure, but Wrath won’t let Zsadist hurt him.

- What if…

Her voice trembled.

- What if I’m pregnant?

- Oh Nalla… I don’t think you can be. I mean, how many times…?

- Just once.

Jhade looked at her friend in sympathy.

- I don’t really think…

- I guess you’re right. And it’s not like it would have mattered, right? Even if I hadn’t kicked him out… the king would never let him and me… even if I was pregnant. Which I am not. So, I guess I did the right thing.

- I think you did sweetie.

- I hurt him. I know I did. You should have seen his face.

- I did. I don’t know why Wrath would do this. I mean, there must be something more to it. Something only he knows.

Nalla nodded and sighed sadly.

- I think maybe I should try to sleep.

Jhade nodded as the door opened slightly and John handed her her phone.

- You better get this. It’s Bella.

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- D, you know that isn’t allowed.

Darius ignored his father as he talked to Zsadist.

- I offer you a rythe without any consequences. My dad will make it so.

- What if you impregnated her?

He stopped breathing… could it be?

- I don’t think that is possible.

- What if it is?

- I don’t fucking know! I can’t even let myself think about that Zsadist! All I can offer you is this Rythe, right here right now.

- I need to know she is ok first.

- Call John, or Jhade, they are both with her.

Bella, who had joined them along with Beth, was on the phone before Zsadist could ask her to.

- John, I need to talk to Jhade.

There was some rustling on the line before they heard Jhade’s voice.

- Hi Bella.

- Jhade! How is she?

- She’s fine. The drug has kicked in and she is sleeping now.

- Is she ok… after… you know…?

- She is. Don’t worry about her. We are watching over her. You’ll be able to talk to her soon and she’ll tell you herself.

- Thanks Jhade, I really appreciate it.

- Not a problem. Speak to you soon, take care.

Bella hung up the phone as Darius sighed in relief. Nalla was sleeping it off and would get through it just fine. He turned to face Zsadist.

- Are we doing this?

Zsadist looked at Wrath who sighed.

- Son…

- No consequences dad. From you or the Scribe Virgin.

Wrath spoke through clenched teeth.

- Fine. Zsadist, choose your weapon.

- My dagger.

Wrath sighed in relief. There were far worse weapons that he could have chosen. But Darius knew the damage a furious father could inflict, even with the least violent object.

Wrath spoke again.

- Ok, so one non-fatal strike with a dagger. Let’s take this to the tomb.

He stopped them with a loud whistle.

- Three strikes, for I have wronged three people. Zsadist, Bella and Nalla. Zsadist can stab me three times.