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"That paven can never be trusted" Erion turned those diamond eyes on Hellen, and they were hard as stone "You till "

Hellen nodded and forced out the words, "I think so"

The strangeCruen&039;s choice, his words overpowering Erion&039;s lol "So, you are his intended"

"Yes"

"If he shows," Erion said with a grunt

"He must" Hellen said the words quietly, almost to herself

"If he doesn&039;t, he will pay dearly," Erion said, his eyes narrowing on her "He ish himself dead"

Hellen shivered, both from fear that Cruen would not come and froet such a face, such intensity, such power? Her own deet at him

Gods, she needed her draft

A flash outside the door to the shop drew everyone&039;s attention Hellen&039;s chest constricted and painful pinpricks of nervous energy rushed through her Erion practically flew past her for the door, his hand wrapping around the handle with unression

Hellen wet her lips

This was it

Her gaze searched the space for the one thing-the one person-she was looking for But it wasn&039;t Cruen alked inside the shop

"Hellen!"

"Levia!"

Hellen ran to her sister, but Erion stopped her seconds before they could eht on Hellen&039;s ribcage "Where is Cruen?"

Hellen growled at him, beat at his arm with her fists "Leave her alone She&039;s my sister Can&039;t you see she&039;s scared? Dao, demon!"

At that, Levia, as all beauty and innocence, looked up at Erion ide eyes "Deaze back on her sister

With a frustrated grunt, Erion loosened his grip on Hellen and she pushed past hi?" she de the female over, every inch of her lovely face "Why are you here?"

It ith this question that the mood inside the dusty shop turned from relief and quick happiness to deep unease

"I was sent," Levia told her, releasing Hellen and regarding her with fearful eyes "Oh, Hellen It&039;s awful Father caone Cruen told hirowl echoed through the shop

Everyone turned to stare at Erion He looked ready to attack anything that s dropped below his bottom lip

"Where Is The Balas?"

Levia&039;s eyes filled with tears and her voice trembled as she spoke "Our father took him-him and Cruen"

The sound that ripped fro that could coerous demon at that

Hellen watched in horror as he whirled inward, flexing his hands Long, sharp nails shot out of the tips, and in under a breath, he ripped apart the ancient couch to his right

Levia gasped, and Hellen pushed her away, back toward the door "What is it?" Hellen whispered to her sister "What is a balas?"

Before Levia could answer, Erion rounded on theed "Where did he take them?"

Levia shook uncontrollably, and Hellen hated hi It was Abbadon&039;s The male was cruel and vile and deserved to knohat true torture and pain felt like

But noasn&039;t the time to wish it upon hily unreachable and irrational, she would be risking her sister&039;s safety

"Where are they, Levia?" she asked her sister gently

The young deh she wanted to cry "Our father has taken theed, his chest rising and falling rapidly

"Yes," Levia uttered on a cry

Hellen faced hi you deem so valuable?" she demanded "Thisbalas?"

"A child," Levia answered

Hellen gasped No Gods, no It wasn&039;t possible Why would Cruen take a-? Her eyes snapped up to lock with Erion&039;s

"The balas is" she began

"My child," he told her

Wave upon wave of despair rushed at her froaze, and for the first ti all along under the guise of anger, lust, fear, and frustration

The crippling pain of achild