The Silver Crescent Alpha Prince

Chapter 362 - Oh Really?

"Oh. My. God!" Dawn got up and stared at her sorcerer husband. She was partially impressed by his abilities and partially angry with what he told about Jason. She closed her hands in tight fists and said, "Geoffrey revealed their plan in the court, but I was shocked when you took me to the room and told me about Helena over there."

In that short interval of time when Dawn was sentenced to jail for two days, Daryn had to convince her to let him go instead. She wasn't agreeing but he wouldn't listen. He had asked her to stay low and not even get out of her bedroom. He hadn't told her the details because there wasn't enough time, but he convinced her that he would glamor his appearance and go to jail instead of her.

"The bitch wanted to murder you in the cell and she had Anne's help. Unfortunately, both of them didn't know who they were dealing with!" Daryn's face turned red and his eyes flickered orange when he said it.

"Baby!" Dawn placed her hand on his chest to quiet him.

He closed his eyes and wrapped his hands around her. "No one can take what is mine!" He kissed the crown of her head and she kissed his chest in return.

"I want to take out Jason and Mr. Higgins," her voice an angry whisper. "I want to kill them, slowly, painfully. But where are they?" She drew lazy circles on his chest.

"After the verdict came out, Jason had the time to hide, so he ran for his life. I don't think there's a place where I can't find him. As for Mr. Higgins, he has been caught… by my people. They are keeping him hidden in one of our storage facilities."

Dawn jerked her head up. "Then I need to visit that place Mr. Silver." Revenge showed in her hard and cold eyes. The need for revenge was so strong that it clawed her wolf, her soul. The need had culminated to the point that it was like an abscess that had to be removed and by her claws. She knew that until she met Mr. Higgins, until he died at her hands, she would not be able to rest with peace in mind. She had to settle that old score with him. For five years, revenge had been simmering in her chest like molten lava and now that she was so close to it, she didn't know what would happen when the volcano of her emotions erupted.

It would be brutal.

Cold.

Fulfilling. Even rewarding.

Thinking about revenge appealed to her dark side. She looked forward to meeting Mr. Higgins.

Daryn could sense all that she was experiencing. "Yes Dawn, you will meet him soon. Just be patient."

"And I need to know where Jason is," she said as a rumble formed in her chest. Anger made her fangs sharpen and claws increase in length. She dug them in Daryn's chest.

Daryn closed his eyes and kept holding her. He stroked her hair until she calmed down and retracted her claws from his flesh. By the time she had calmed, she had bruised him, but that was nothing for Daryn. His instincts screamed at him to calm down his mate.

Early next morning, Dawn was ready even before Daryn woke up. She was sitting across him on a chair waiting for him to wake up. He turned his body to the side and looked at her with sleepy eyes. "Why are you awake so early honey?"

"We need to go. I have to see Mr. Higgins," she said in a voice devoid of emotions. The scars of revenge had been scraped and she couldn't settle until she settled scores. The flame in her consumed whatever pity, whatever culture she had in mind. "Take me to him, Daryn. I am burning and am short of violence."

Daryn's eyes became wide. "Higgins is also a neotide, Dawn. Don't underestimate him. Best would be if I just put him down with a silver bullet."

"No Daryn" she stared at him with her cold green eyes. "I will be giving him the end he deserves." Her voice was as cold and hard as steel.

Daryn cringed. "You should know that I could kill him easily. So allow me to do that."

"No!" Her hands fisted into tight balls. "Take me there, please." Her neck muscles had strained.

Understanding the situation, Daryn got up. "Dawn you are pregnant. Calm down, please baby."

"Then just take me there!" she snapped.

"Okay," he breathed out.

They were on their way to one of the storage facilities the Silvers owned in the next one hour. All the way up to the facility, Dawn was dangerously quiet. Daryn couldn't enter her mind to see what she was thinking because she had raised solid mental shields around her. And it worried him.

As soon as they reached there, Dawn jumped out of the car and strode towards the storage. It was barely a five minutes walk. The shutters of the storage were down, however as soon as she reached, the werewolves who were already inside opened them. Daryn followed her right behind.

Mr. Higgins was sitting on the floor with his eyes closed, in the corner of the room. His wrists were chained above his head secured to a hook in the wall. The manacles fastened in his feet were cutting in his flesh and a thick metallic ring around his neck kept him steady in his place. His fangs and claws had jutted out and he looked like the beast he was. From the looks of the metal chains around him, Dawn guessed that they were made of titanium and she was sure that Daryn must have cast a spell on them, else this neotide would have broken them.

She walked up to him and when she was only a few feet away, a memory flashed in her mind—of him staring at her while sitting in his golf cart. He was monitoring her movements.

Sensing someone near him, Higgins stirred and pulled at his chain. He opened his eyes and saw Dawn staring right at him. A smile curled on his lips, which soon turned into a vicious laughter. "So you are here to take revenge?" His laughter only became deeper. "But what are you going to do with the time you've lost? I so hoped you had died. Bree was pissed with you. She hated you, I hated you, Jason hated and Helena loathed you." He snarled. "And yet you are here, alive and kicking. You really have a penchant to live." He bared his fangs, "Why don't you just die?" he hissed.

Dawn turned her gaze away from him and walked to sit on the edge of a table that was placed in the center of the room. She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest.

"If Bree was a better player than me, she should have been a professional by now, playing in professional circuit, and not a Manager at some petty salary in the same golf course that nurtured her talent," said Dawn, enjoying the look of frustration on Higgins' face.

He grimaced. "Bree was always better than you. You used your father's advantage to go ahead."

"Oh really?" Dawn scowled. "You assumed I used my father's influence, in reality he wasn't even there when I went for my matches because he had a business to handle!"

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