Chapter 65
Secret Magic Wielder
SHADOW
Six Years Ago
Ilie, unmoving, on a dirty mattress on the floor.
Dr. York’s nurse bends over me, cleaning my wounds.
My body is weak. Pain radiates over every square inch, and I have never felt so exhausted in all my life.
A heavy fog threatens to consume my mind.
I try to fight it. I need to remain clear so I can stay alert.
If I can muster some strength, I can fight my way out of here.
My head feels heavy, and my eyelids threaten to close. I watch her. She looks remorseful, but I don’t pity her. She’s a traitor. I take in a deep breath when a sudden sharp pain stabs me in the ribs.
My eyelids fall closed. The whole time I suspected Beaver, but I could never find anything substantial to use against him. He’s an idiot, always acting like he has something to prove, which made him an asshole. Otherwise, nothing.
That’s because it was the last person we ever suspected.
She has worked for the guard for so many years.
Her son is a guard. Her mate, before he passed, was a guard.
Is her son involved? That’s too bad. I liked him.
He seems honorable and trustworthy. He’s also one of Jessica’s favorite people.
I hope he doesn’t have anything to do with this shit. It would hurt her.
I hear voices in the distance. I try to open my eyes, but they don’t fully open. The voices get louder, closer now, but it’s like my head is underwater. I move my jaw back and forth, and my ears pop. Ah, much better. I can hear clearly now.
“Fine. Do what you need to. Then, we can move forward with our plans,” Wade says. I can’t move my head to see who he’s talking to. Footsteps echo in the empty warehouse.
"I believe you've already met Mimi.” Wade crouches down in front of me. “She’s a great nurse, isn’t she? She’s been a wonderful asset to our group. Did you know that, in addition to her useful medical skills, she too possesses magic?”
My muscles twitch. I’ve seen her aura, but it was more like most dormant magic wielders. Much like her son’s.
“She possesses the ability to remove memories. Since Byron’s need for you is done, we can finally move on with my plans.
Of course, we will need to continue with your treatments until I trust that I have your full loyalty.
” He chuckles to himself. “Who am I kidding? Once I remove all of those memories of Anders, you will be mine again. And when Byron is done killing all of your guards and the royal family, you will be the next Alpha King under my control.”
"Fuck you!" I spit in his face.
He pulls a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wipes his face. “Fix him, and remember to keep him alive.”
Mimi hovers over me. Her hands tremble.
“I’m going to kill you for hurting Jessica, and if your son is involved, I’m going to kill him, too,” I snarl. "She trusted you."
Tears fall from her eyes. I'm not buying it. She’s dead.
"I didn't have a choice," she whispers. "I needed to save my son."
“You could have come to me. You could have gone to Anders."
She shakes her head. "I tried to save her. It’s why I took her memories when she first came to the clinic.
I thought it would save her if she couldn't remember what they did to her. Then, they forced me to kill her, but it didn’t work.
Nothing I did worked, and I couldn’t explain to them why.
They threatened to kill my son because they thought I was lying. ”
Despite the numbness in my hands, I reach up to grab her by her smock, with cheerful colors and flowers.
"You fucking took her memories?!" I hiss.
She whimpers in fear. "It was the only way I knew how to protect her. The second time I did it was when she returned to the clinic after being missing for a few days. I was the first one to find her. I tried to convince her to go back, but she was too stubborn. Wherever she was taken, she learned about the Resistance and their plans to overthrow the Alpha King. She returned to save Anders, to save the Alpha King. She had no idea what they planned to do to her. I even tried to get her sentenced to prison for murder, to keep her out of harm’s way.
But you made sure they found her innocent.
I tried everything I could think of. Please, you have to believe me.
My son cares about her. If he knew what I did…
he wouldn’t understand that I did all of this for him, to keep his secret safe, to keep him alive. ”
I search her face, looking for the lie. But I don’t find one. “He’s a magic wielder.”
“Yes. My mate found out about his abilities and mine and sold me to the Resistance. He never told them about Marty, but he threatens me every time I want to tell someone and ask for help.”
My hand loosens its grip. This is so fucked up, more so than I could imagine.
"Help me, and I will help you and your son."
She shakes her head. "It’s too late. I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry.” She raises both hands and places them on my head.
I fight and scream. My body thrashes, pushing against all the pain. Men join her to hold me down.
"I'm sorry,” she whispers again.
“No. Don’t,” I plead. "Don't take my memories of her. Please don’t take the love of my life away from me. Don’t change who I am. I’m begging you. Please!”
She secures her hands in place.
Toby, where are you? Please help me!
The last thing I see is Mimi's grief-stricken face.