Two weeks had gone by since they had attacked Phantom’s facilities. They had anticipated a counter-attack from him, but he had been laying low, gathering his strength and forces. Armaros had been dealt a heavy blow and this made him furious, extrely furious.
Phantom called Treia and as soon as she picked up he barked at her:
"I gave you a task and it has been ten months. What have you been doing? I want that girl," he had now taken finding Aselia as his priority mission. He wanted revenge after what Xiran did and knew there wouldn’t be any sweeter revenge than having his girl under his clutches.
"I am working on it but she seems to have disappeared into thin air. Besides his security is so tight that I can’t even get into Fritez City," she complained.
"She is not in Fritez City, I have spied on him for a long ti. He lives alone but I can’t tap into his phone so I don’t know if he is communicating with her or not. I want her found at every cost. So do your damn job or else," her throat went dry at his unfinished sentence for she had seen what he was capable of.
"Give a little more ti and you won’t be disappointed," the line went dead after that.
Phantom paced outside his mansion in frustration. He hadn’t anticipated that Xiran would beco this bold and stronger to challenge him like that. He almost killed him if it wasn’t for Xifin.
Phantom had ordered the doctor who had invented the mory-restoring serum to work on another serum. This serum will guarantee that vampires would not lose their powers even when injected with the hunter’s power-subduing serum.
He had tightened the security in the rest of his facilities and didn’t want what had transpired to be repeated. Hildara’s prophecy still rang in his ears loud and clear and he had this gut feeling that Aselia was the elf she had spoken about.
He wanted her found and once she would be in his hands, he would make his son pay dearly for what he had tried. Not only he had disrupted his plans, he killed and taken hostage hundreds of his creations, and freed more than 200 elves along with Irlana and her mother.
The rage was consuming Armaros and he wanted to go on a bloody rampage. He wanted to kill everyone near and dear to Xiran. But circumstances were not favouring him. With hunters, Amonidus and King Zohane backing him, the scales had tilted to Xiran’s side. He had to be patient and show restraint.
One day he will make his son pay for the heinous cri he had tried to commit. For now, he would sit tight and wait for events to unfold.
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After consultation with Dr Wanstine, one of the top-ranked psychiatrists was hired by Xiran for Irlana, Arimie and Elrine so they could get professional help for the deep-rooted trauma they had faced at the hands of his father.
They had been discharged from the hospital. Although Xiran had offered Irlana to stay with him, her heart was on staying with Rivan. They both wanted to get to know each other better and see where this would lead them. So he happily allowed her to stay with him.
Xiran had also bought a house for Zirius and Arimie. He called him in his office at the orphanage.
"Señor! May I co in?" Zirius stood at the door and took permission.
"Yes, have a seat," once he was sitting down Xiran asked:
"How is Arimie doing?" Zirius shifted uncontrollably before answering:
"She has been discharged and wants to stay with . She is trying to survive but at tis she forgets that she is not living in a glass cylinder anymore. She starts screaming and clawing, and I wonder if the emotional scars he has given her would ever heal," he replied with a shake of his head, a heavy sigh escaped him. Every word had been torture to utter. Xiran felt his insides being clawed at.
"I am sorry. Give it ti and be there for her, Zir."
"I will be," he lifted his head and Xiran could see how pained his face seed.
"I wanted to give you sothing," Xiran extended a silver key towards him and Zirius was surprised.
"What’s this Señor?"
"Key to your new house. You can’t live in Hunter flats now. You need a proper ho and Arimie will have sothing to look forward to. The house decoration will keep her occupied," Xiran nonchalantly replied and Zir watched him with wide eyes.
"Señor! I was planning to rent out a house. I can’t accept this. It’s too much," Xiran leaned back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest.
"Why not? Not in a million years I will let you live in a rented house."
"But..." Xiran raised his perfectly arched right brow at him, daring him to complete that sentence and Zirius shut his mouth.
"Thank you for your kindness. How can I ever repay you for this," he finally replied with glossy eyes. He had too much respect for this silver-haired vampire.
"Zir you don’t have to repay for anything. I just want both of you to be happy. Take so ti off and settle in."
"We will do that. I always kept hope alive that one day I would be reunited with her but I had no clue that this is how it would happen. Seeing her like that has broken sothing inside , I can’t even imagine what she was put through," he closed his eyes to hide the emotional pain that had descended in his orbs.
"Zir, we will ensure that this is the last ti soone has suffered at my father’s hands. I have already started the planning and soon we will launch an all-out out attack and wipe him and his forces out for good. Have faith in ," Xiran’s words were a ray of hope which returned his smile.
"I have full faith in you and I will be ready when the ti cos," the sheer determination oozed out of this young vampire and Xiran nodded in approval.
"Good, now go and make this house your ho. Call Rumail, he will take you. He is the one who helped with the purchase because it’s near his place," Xiran had done that on purpose, he knew both of them were close so they would have each other’s company.
"Thank you again Señor," Zir stood up and firmly shook hands with Xiran before exiting through the door.
Xiran’s phone rang, it was Rivan.
"Hello!" he answered it.
"Co over tonight. Have dinner with us," Rivan invited him.
"I can’t, I have work."
"Co now, Irlana is cooking and her mother wants to et you," Xiran sighed, he knew he had no choice.
"Ok, what ti?"
"7 in the evening," Rivan answered.
"I will be there," the call ended and Xiran relaxed in his chair.
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