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Chapter 95: Farewell, Dear Maggie

• Ciana*

I stared at the empty spot where Theo had been standing seconds before. He’ d been like a zombie, so distant and dazed. I’d never seen him like that… almost like he was scared.

Theo was the Dark Prince, he didn’t get scared! Did he? Had he even heard me shouting his name?

‘Luther!” a new voice shouted.

Some of Luther’s men ran to the stage. I recognized them from when I stayed at his mansion. Thankfully, they didn’ t even look my way. They just helped Luther to his feet.

“Won’ t be long now,” Luther chuckled as his wolves helped him off the stage. “Soon, even Sebastian will find that monster too destructive to keep, then it’ Il be our time to strike.”

My heart quivered. Would Sebastian turn on his own son?

“Maggie, my dear, sweet love,” Demarco crooned.

I watched as he kneeled beside her. Tears continued to streak his face and he sobbed. He kept rocking her, like he was hoping that she could hear him and open her eyes magically, but she didn’t respond.

“Maggie… my love,” he sobbed.

Suddenly, he threw his head back and let out a long, grief

stricken roar. His body shook and in the blink of an eye, he shifted, his roar becoming a long, mournful howl.

I imagined he was too devastated. He’d risked everything to try and save her.

It was all for nothing.

Again and again, Demarco howled, sitting awkwardly with his broken leg out to the side. He sniffed Maggie and whimpered, even nosed her gently. But after he touched her once, he scurried into a corner, whimpering with his tail tucked be tween his legs.

l’ d never seen a wolf lose their mate before. My heart screamed in my chest and tears wet my eyes, just from seeing Demarco’s reaction. I knew he was working with Luther and he’d betrayed us, but the loss he was feeling… It was overwhelming.

My mind drifted to Theo… I refused to believe that Theo would choose to kill Maggie on purpose. Knowing him, even if they weren’t close, he wouldn’t go after his own family like that, would he?

He wasn’t the most in touch with his emotions, and I knew he could be ruthless. I’d seen it. But he’d always acted in selfdefense, or in defense of me and others.

Was he really so far gone that he’d kill his own half-sister?

No! I didn’t think that.

Looking around at Demarco in the corner and Warren, Who dragged himself with his good arm over to Maggie, I knew it wasn’t the right time to defend Theo. Neither Warren nor Demarco would want to hear it.

unsteadily,

clung to her lifeless form, sobbing as

out

him and put a hand on his

pulled away from

her from me! Why?” he cried again. He trembled

corner, but he needed to be alone. Luther and his

and heal.

reaction from Demarco. With Luther and Theo gone, Demarco had no interest in Warren or myself. He

I sighed and decided to take

one of

I murmured. I shook

my shoulder under his arm and he stumbled along as I supported him all the way back to his room. I got him into bed and put the covers around

right back,” I said,

got Warren settled, I sent someone to help Demarco and handle the

were plenty of servants and maids working there. I found

theater where we put on the play. He’s going to need your help, and any other

the hall,” one of

I needed and went back to Warren’s room. His eyes were open and he was propped up on the pillows. Blood was seeping through his shirt at his shoulder. I wished he hadn’t pulled the dagger out.

suddenly and coughed, blood

it easy,” I said. I rushed to his side and rubbed his back. “You’re

matter anymore,” Warren groaned. He slumped

touched his forehead. He

and cut his bloody shirt off. The wound in

the fever. I pulled his

cloth, I wiped the blood away from his mouth and found a third one to start cleaning out

need days to recover. I wasn’t going to leave

“Ciana…”

Warren. I’ll take care of you,” I said, grabbing his hand and sitting on

No blood came

to.

sighed and passed out again in his

‘S Maqq•e

water and a warm lunch. I made

I wanted to make

twin, so they had to be close. Still, I’d never seen Warren like this. Shaking

losing half of oneself. I didn’t know whether me staying there and comforting him would make him feel less depressed and lonely, but that was the least I could do