[HAWI]
"Boo hoo!!" was what Malika should have said when her illusion opened the door to Jer. However, when she heard what Jer said, she stood there staring at the man, like he was suddenly an object of the world's ire.
"Don't worry, Malika. I will avenge you. I will, my sweet love. Once I kill Hawi, everything will be sorted and the fake Malika they brought to me will pay the price for it all," Jer had said and Malika watched in silence.
She had known that there would be a hunt for Hawi, but the fact that Jer was this sure about killing Hawi, was not to be overlooked. The only way anyone would reach out to Jer was because of the initial mate bond that Hawi had.
As dormant as that was, and as new as the woman's bond with Rukiya was, there was no doubt that Jeremiah Warner could be a danger to Hawi. if they were no longer going after Rukiya, then it had to mean that they were desperate.
And if there was anything Maika hated than Jeremiah Warner, was a desperate Jeremiah Warner. He was desperate and fueled by vengeance for a woman that never was his, a woman who would have killed him in the end.
This was not something Malika hadn't planned for and frankly, it pissed her off even more. There was just no way that the shadow warlocks would be this willing to use Jer for them again.
Did they not value Razia's life?
"Open the dungeons Hawi," Malika said as she walked through the door on Hawi's suite, ready to get down there and get more answers. She hated what the situation was and she hated that all this time, there were more enemies.
Malika had been trained to assess risks and right now, Jeremiah Warner was a risk. A risk she had to eliminate in every way. There were only two options for Malika. To kill Jeremiah directly or to use someone who would kill his soul.
The second option was more appealing than the first, but right now it depended on how much time they had. This was not good and Malika was running on rage. She didn't care that there was a mess in the damn room, the only thing that mattered was Hawi.
Hawi needed to live. She was owed a life. She needed to be able to be happy and gods be damned Malika wouldn't let anyone steal that from the girl who was staring at her confusedly.
She knew there were things to be considered but nothing would ever come before Hawi's happiness. Her safety was paramount, and this girl deserved to be happy after everything else. That was what Malika would fight for.
"What is it, Malika?" Hawi asked as she opened the entry to the dungeons.
"What? I already told you I don't know shit. What the fuck do you mean you will kill Kurt?" Razia asked worriedly. She wanted to call the bluff and think that Malika was playing games with her, but Razia was smarter than that. Your next read is at m v|l-e-NovelFire
"Kurt sweetheart, a few steps forward for your big sister darling," Malika said he told filed with ice as she watched with a blank face. As if summoned, a fourteen-year-old boy stepped out of the shadows, chained.
He looked so scared and his hair had been cut. The kid looked like he had been to hell and back and frankly, it was heartbreaking. He was covered in wolfsbane, but he didn't know it, but Razia could smell it.
For the first time, she was thankful that her brother wasn't a werewolf because then it would be chaotic. She couldn't imagine watching her little Skirt going into shock for things that couldn't be comforted.
"Russ... What's going on? I'm scared," the young boy said as he took in the sight of his battered-up sister. Razia looked like shit. She looked like she had died a thousand times in one day and seeing her brother there was the final strike.
"It's going to be okay, Kurt. It will be okay. You trust me, don't you?' Razia said to her brother who nodded in silence. Unlike the other Russel siblings Kurt was human, an experiment their parents had created and planted in a human woman.
It took them a while to get by but when they did, Razia took him away and protected him all this time. Given the situation, Kurt was born premature, and even to this day, he wasn't a healthy kid.
He was what the humans considered autistic and it was heartbreaking. This wasn't how things were supposed to be. This wasn't how kids could be dragged into war and yet Razia had decided to take a chance on a kid Malika liked.
A kid Malika swore to protect with her life.
Having lived a thousand years, Malika knew the essence of life and fate, and protecting Hawi was the only thing that kept her sane throughout the years. And if Razia was going to take that away, Malika would fight.
She would fight with everything, and whether it was a dirty or clean fight, that didn't matter because the only thing that mattered to Malika was Awuor Hawi Sicario.
"She's lying, Kurt. See,... if she doesn't tell me what I want to do, you will be forced to eat the poison apple and we both know how that went the last time, right? No one will save you, not even your older sister," Malika said, her voice threatening the child.
She was way past pleasantries and fuck everything else, she would be the worst person in the world if she had to. She didn't care anymore. Hawi was just it for her, and Razia wouldn't take that from her.
"Russ—" Kurt began but Razia sighed, she wasn't sure what Malika was playing at but the fact that Hawi wasn't even there anymore, meant that Malika was in her protector mode, and would do everything to her and her brother.
"I don't know, Malika. I really don't know who ordered the hit on Hawi this time," Razia pleaded and Malika just shrugged before she snapped Kurt's neck, earning a forced scream from Razia as the boy fell down, dead.