Chapter 325: Blocking The Witch Hunter
To the oblivious, this house was certainly what Lisa presented it to be—her home.
But a quick tour around the house, and Killian knew that it was nothing but a mansion stacked up on the lies. The
entire space was devoid of any personal belongings; there was no clutter or mess around the entire mansion.
Something which struck as weird because Killian knew that it was impossible for a person to have no clutter
when they were living in a place. Every piece of crockery that was sitting in the kitchen was brand new, with no
scratches or evidence of being used. Even the restroom seemed to be so clean that it looked brand new.
Killian knew, as a matter of fact, that unless they had secretly deployed mages or witches to clean these places,
there was no way the space could be this clean unless it had never been used.
The cleaning supplies in the small closet next to the restroom were all brand new. Even the mop looked so
fashionably clean that Killian could have mistaken it for a model ready to be sold at any moment. There were no
trash bags in the trash can. No markings on the walls; the paint was gleaming with no scratches.
Everything that he or any sane person would consider a daily necessity of life was missing from this house. He
raised his head and took another look around the place. His eyes, for a second, caught a glimmer of something
old and forgotten. Frowning, he walked toward the staircase, but as soon as he cto a stop, the old, broken
wooden statue was gone and replacing its place was a fine marble statue. He frowned harder. For he was quite
certain that he had seen something old standing right here.
"There is something weird about this place," Killian muttered as he reached out and touched the statue. It was
hard and smooth and a little cold to touch, just as a marble would be, but he had this feeling—that he was
looking at something that didn’t exist.
His beast prowled inside of him. Contained but enraged. They had other things to do. Things better than looking
around a weird-looking house. Like looking for their mate. Yes, mate. His beast had already decided that he was
going to take Inez as his mate, and Killian had to. The importance of Inez in their life had far exceeded the point
of just a woman they were sleeping with.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe fading light in the room started to cast long shadows. His beast let out yet another growl. He had been
tenser than a bowstring since they arrived in the territory, and now he had only gotten even more tense.
And his agitation was seeping so deeply into their bond that Killian started to feel tenser by the minute.
Taking out his phone, he looked at the picture— Inez, sleeping peacefully beside him. Her long platinum hair was
scattered all over the pillow, and her mouth was slightly ajar. The woman looked so much at peace that her
expression alone brought a sort of relief within him. He zoomed in and traced her face with the pad of his thumb.
Tracing the curves of her face through the screen, he tried to recall Inez’s warmth along with her scent. A poor
substitute for the real thing, but the situation had left him with no other choice. The longing to touch her, to
breathe her unique scent, was clawing within him.
Being apart from her was simply agonising. And it was growing excruciating with each passing second. Because
he did not have the slightest bit of an idea where the woman even was.
"I should have never allowed her to leave," Killian muttered; he should have gone with her. Stayed with her even
when she demanded to leave on her own.
His beast growled within his head, sharing his agreement. If it weren't for this mission, which would ultimately
reward him with a clue to reach Inez, he would have never bothered to cto this damned place. Killian texted
Selene about Inez, only to receive the sresponse as before. He had been doing this since he left the pack,
and not once did the status change.
He tightened his jaw. This mission was simply intolerable. Once he got his hands on Inez, he was going to wrap
her up and send her to his lodge. There would no longer be any more instances of detective plays. She was
going to stay under his care, under his wing, surrounded by a bunch of guards. He wouldn't listen to anything
that she had to say after this.
A light cough interrupted his chain of thoughts. He turned and looked at Finn, who was holding the mana nucleus
in his hands. It was similar to a crystal ball. Except it was tiny, the size of a baseball. There were intricate golden
designs around it. But when Killian took a good look at it, he realised that they were runes that kept running
across the smooth surface.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Third Eye called," Finn responded casually. "He said that he sensed something amiss through the mana
nucleus."
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