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Chapter 459
~Vera’s POV~
The journey back to Shadow Clave was long, not in distance, but in what it took from me.
I kept my hood up the entire time, letting the thick black fabric shield my face from the early morning light. My boots dragged with each step, soaked in mud and forest grime.
I hadn’t fed properly in days, but the rage that burned in my chest was fuel enough to want to go home.
All through my journey, I had one simple plan: to tell my mother that things went AWOL because of Zara Gold and look for a way to get her.
I couldn’t afford to make my mother suspicious of the reasons I failed this mission, even though she had no idea I had changed the plan in hopes of killing Zara. I just knew I needed a backup plan in case things went haywire again.
So instead of heading home, I decided to visit Kent Wayne.
But as soon as that thought crossed my mind, I had a rethink.
"Visiting Thorned Crescent in this state would be bad. I need a phone, new clothes, a bath, and a makeover appearance just in case, and I need to meet Kent privately before going home."
I detoured from the main path to an old ruins chamber hidden on the outskirts of the Shadow Clave territory—a place I used often when I needed to disappear.
No prying eyes. No questions. Just a hidden cache of old weapons, clothes, and most importantly, a burner phone I’d left in case of emergencies like this.
After a long charge, the screen flickered to life. I tapped into the only number that mattered right now.
Kent Wayne.
He was my betrothed and right now, my possible ally and asset. The line rang twice before I heard the low click on the other end.
"Vera?" His voice was clipped, almost cautious. Then a beat passed when I did not respond. "You’re alive."
A slow, wicked smirk touched my lips. "Miss me already?" I purred smokily. "Careful, Kent. You sound relieved."
"I thought you were dead," he replied. "Everyone did. Your mother sent scouts. I had to calm your damn faction down and my father before they stormed the witch circles."
"Well, aren’t you my knight in bloodstained armour?" I murmured, dragging my finger lazily along the cracked table in front of me. "But don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not dead. Not even close. I’ve been... rejuvenating."
"Where are you?" he demanded in a less harsh tone but still with that tight command in his tone.
"You’ll know soon enough," I replied sweetly. "But first, I need something from you."
Silence stretched across the line for a heartbeat before Kent finally answered me. "What is it?"
"A favour," I cooed, leaning back into the chair, my body aching, but my mind was sharp. "I need a clean location. Somewhere off-grid. Private. No ties to your father or my mother. I’ll need clothes. Phones. A healer, maybe. And..." I licked my lips, "a nice warm bed wouldn’t hurt either."
"Why? You can easily get those for yourself. You’re a witch, remember."
"Yes, but Mum would be able to track my power signatures all around. I need to not show up without Zara. I want a plan."
"Well, I can’t help with your thoughts, love. That’s on you."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh well. So, I’m planning a new strategy to take down Zara Gold, and this time, I’m not letting your pack politics or my mother’s rituals interfere. But before I make my grand reappearance, I need to look the part of a strong, irresistible, dangerous lady. So, lover—help me prep my stage."
Kent exhaled on the other end. "You’re insane."
"You like that about me," I said with a chuckle.
He didn’t argue. "I’ll send someone to pick you up. Stay put."
"I knew I could count on you," I said, voice dripping like honey and poison all at once. "Kent?"
"What?"
"When I win this war, I’m not just coming for her throne—I’m coming for that crown beside you. I plan to rule... by your side. Just like we were meant to."
Kent was silent for a while, and I knew that his silence didn’t mean refusal. It meant contemplation. And that, for now, was enough.
I did not wait for his response and ended the call, then tossed the phone onto the table.
Time to become the monster they feared... in full glamour and power.
"Enjoy your peace while it lasts, Zara Gold, because I’m coming back. And next time, I’ll rip you apart from the inside out."
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Luna Slaton. My mother.
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