58. Bay #2
“Why me, always?” I mutter as Pedro steps in front of me once more, shielding me.
“You’ll want to put those down if you want them back,” Luca says venomously, his expression unwavering. “Like I said, I’m here for answers. You give me what I want, and you’ll get what you want.”
“And how do I know you’re not lying?” Christian asks, on the verge of losing control. At least he cares for his lousy men.
Leader of the year, Myko mocks, and I stifle a laugh. He’s really starting to grow on me.
“You don’t,” Luca replies coldly. “But you don’t have much choice.” Christian’s men lower their guns after him, at his command, realizing the truth.
“Pedro. Your turn. We don’t need more than one of them to talk.
” Luca and Mariano step back, and before Christian’s men can react, Pedro raises his hand and three electric volts shooting out with pinpoint accuracy to their heads, taking down Christian’s men instantly. They fall like rag dolls to the ground.
“So. Freaking. Cool!” I blurt out, unable to contain myself.
Christian’s shock paralyzes him for a moment. “Are you one of them?!” he gasps, pointing his gun at Pedro now.
“Not a smart move,” I say, relishing the chance to avenge Miguel.
“That fucking merman never said anything about this ! Or these… powers!” Christian screams like a madman, terrified by what he’s seeing.
“Say one more thing about him, and Pedro won’t be the worst of your nightmares,” I warn, my breath becoming heavy with anger, feeling the familiar burn spreading in my chest.
“My men are closing on you from the back,” Christian says, raising his hands in surrender. “Let’s all calm down.”
Let me go now, or it’ll burn, Myko’s voice seethes with rage, mirroring my own. Not a fan of human flesh, but I could make an exception.
“Oh, look—they’re here,” Luca says, turning as car wheels crunch on gravel behind us. Two of our men step out, dressed in black suits, and quickly open the trunk.
Oh. My. God.
My stomach twists as I catch sight of the gruesome display in the trunk—the severed heads of Christian’s men, stacked in rows like grotesque trophies, mocking him.
“Kill them!” Christian roars, his face contorted with rage and desperation, turning an ugly shade of red. He looks lost, like a fish flopping on dry land—helpless, pathetic.
Alright, Myko. Have at it. The heat in my chest flares, igniting a vibrant purple glow from beneath my hoodie, blinding everyone around me. I think I hear Pedro shouting, but the sound is drowned out by the roaring wind whipping around us.
In seconds, Myko is circling above, casting a dazzling, radiant glow as sunlight reflects off his white, gleaming scales.
For the first time, I don’t feel pain—only warmth.
He was right all along. I’ve finally let him free, embraced him fully.
Watching him now feels like witnessing something extraordinary—almost sacred.
Pedro steps closer, grabbing my hand tightly. “Are you alright? Last time, you screamed so much,” he says, concern etched into his voice, but I smile in relief.
“This time, I was ready,” I whisper, hearing the terrified screams of Christian’s men in the distance.
They fire strange metallic guns, launching silver darts at Myko, but they bounce harmlessly off his scales, which shimmer like impenetrable armor.
I grin, satisfied, and I turn my gaze to Christian, whose face has gone pale with terror—his eyes wide and glassy. He looks like he’s wet himself. Gross.
“So… who can kill who?” I taunt, enjoying every second of his suffering. “Myko. Feel free to start with him.”
“No! No, I’ll tell you everything!” Christian pleads, his arrogance gone.
“You didn’t give Miguel the same chance. Why should I?” I seethe, venom in every word.
“Luca, need anything from him?” I ask, but Luca and Mariano’s gazes are still fixed on Myko, their shock so great that I have to call out to Luca a few times before he meets my eyes.
“That’s… that’s the Guardian?” Luca stammers.
“Luca. Breathe. He won’t hurt you. Do you need anything from this piece of trash?” I ask again, and he finally regains his composure, stepping forward. Mariano shakes his head in disbelief but follows.
“Now… who else knows?” Luca demands, grabbing Christian by the throat as his body trembles with fear.
Feast on the rest of them , I command Myko in my mind before turning to Luca and Mariano. “Cover your ears. Hard.”
There’s no need for that. Myko’s voice slithers through my thoughts, cunning and assured. When you aim your screech at me, I absorb it and redirect it to our target.
I exhale in relief. “No need. You’ll be fine,” I assure them before unleashing my screech . Myko devours their souls in one swift motion, leaving their bodies to collapse, lifeless, onto the ground. Our purple and blue lights creating a breathtaking view in the sky now.
Mariano appears next to me, swallowing hard. “That’s… that’s no pet dragon.”
“I’d avoid calling him that when he’s out,” Pedro laughs, now enjoying the show.
“We need to wrap this up and head back to the Coral of Life. You’re coming, right?” I ask Pedro,and he confirms.
“There isn’t a place you’d go, that I won’t follow.”