ZINA
"Your mother sent ."
The words were spoken in Zina’s head. They certainly didn’t sound physical so her eyes widened naturally at that.
The Sighter released her hand almost imdiately while she turned with panicked eyes to look at Daemon who was seated with his legs crossed while he sipped his wine. The only sign that the spectacle had gotten to him was the sight of his fingers gripping his wine glass to the point that Zina expected the thing to shatter then and there.
She slumped to her seat, mulling over the words and the strange way the man’s voice sounded in her head.
Your mother sent .
Did her mother really send him? Zina had the answer before her. At least so of it. She was sure that the man was the boy in her vision... so could that an they were siblings?
He was older... at least by ten years. That would put him in his early thirties. But she was confused at the sa ti. If the man was really her brother, then how co she was abandoned at so place?
Also, the way he had said ’your mother’ didn’t seem as though he was drawing a clear line to show that they were just half siblings. It felt like he was hinting at sothing else entirely... like maybe they had no blood connection at the very least.
Zina groaned as a bad headache tried to overco her. She was already damn tired of questions upon questions with no answer. And now that she felt like she was quickly edging to the point where she would have the answers she had been hoping for, she was unusually scared.
It felt like sothing bad was about to happen... and real soon at that.
She turned to Daemon and spoke in the calst voice she could afford, "Do you know it’s him?" She asked, sure that he knew what she was referring to.
"Naturally." He simply responded while he refilled his wine glass. That gesture struck a cord—Daemon seed to be gearing himself for a much entertaining action later that day.
An action that had nothing to do with the tournant.
"Then why are you allowing him to contest?" Zina asked, genuinely confused. Most tis, it was hard to track down Daemon’s thought processes... and it had never been as hard as it currently was.
"I was curious," Daemon spoke, turning to look at her. His eyes road down to her hand, just at the spot where the Sighter had kissed. "I was curious to know who would be so audacious to go after and you. And now, I am rely sating my curiosity."
"What if he becos Beta and not Yaren?" Zina asked because she honestly didn’t get it.
"What would be the use if he later ends up dead? Whether he becos Beta or Alpha hardly matters to , Zina."
Zina blinked. Even though Daemon appeared at ease, it was clear that he was going out for blood. " Daemon, I think he is my half-brother," Zina said panickedly. The thought that her one family whom she never got the chance to know would die so easily before she got to know him was terrifying... and it dredged up her bleary past in ways she would rather not have.
"He might be from the Screars Pack, Zina. But he is not your brother."
That forr revelation had her seating upright. "So he is from the screar’s pack?" She gasped in a low voice, careful that no one would hear what they were speaking of.
"If that is the case," Zina pressed further as the dream she had ca back to her, "then I truly believe he is my brother. I’ve seen him...."
"Zina," Daemon cut her softly, his eyes holding great worry that made her confused and scared her at the sa ti, "His real na is Zelkov Screars—he is the illegitimate son of the forr Alpha of the Screars Pack." He explained slowly.
Why was he suddenly talking to her carefully as one would a child? The second combat had started, but they were hardly paying any attention.
Zina brushed off the strange feeling she was getting as she said, "Then why are you not convinced we are siblings? I truly saw him...."
"Zina," he cut her off again, this ti, he looked uncomfortable. "Just because he is the son of the Alpha doesn’t make him your half-brother."
Zina blinked once, then twice as the aning of the words sank with her. She had always suspected it in view of the fact that the ti fra of her birth and the execution of the Screars Pack didn’t make sense... but she had decided to ignore it. Because sohow, she prayed that at the very least, her brother should have been relatively normal.
For even though she knew nothing of her parents, she had prayed that at the very least she had parents sowhere... whether they were dead or alive.
"Zina," Daemon called her again.
"Stop calling my na like that," Zina said, twisting her fingers as she blinked back tears. She stared straight at the mangle of bodies fighting at the stage and ignored the hollers of the crowd.
"You know it as I do that your mother is truly the Luna of the Screars Pack. But the identity of your father is an entirely different issue," Daemon pressed forward nonetheless. Of course, unlike her, he was far from being a coward.
He gripped her hands from under the table. "Look at ," he said.
Zina did as she was told. Those stormy black eyes of his that usually held all the secrets of the world now seed to be stripping her for all she was worth.
"Your mother gave birth to you at least five years after the execution of the Screars Pack. I’ve reason to believe that she was abducted sowhere, you’ve also confird the sa right? From the ti you saw your mother in your vision?"
Zina nodded grimly, preparing herself for what was coming... the truth that she had tried to deny, but was now creeping up on her.
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