CHAPTER 112
MONTANA'S POV
Grace staggered back, clutching her bleeding nose in shock and pain as she cried out from the pain. Blood flowing from her nostrils.
"Thank the Goddess, I am chained," I said to her in a deadly tone.
She was about to attack me when Luke pulled her backwards, "Control yourself and leave, I will handle her."
He hissed at her.
I gave her a satisfying smirk as she turned around and left angrily.
"And you!"Luke pointed at me, "You know what? Maybe I should have Sean do something to your kids, remind you of your place here."
"No, please", my whole demeanor changed. Fear enveloping me. They have already been through enough.
"Oh yes because you seem to be defying every single thing I have told you not too, Provoking everyone," He said to me, bringing out his phone.
"Luke, please don't", I shook my head, "I promise, I will be good, please", I begged him but in my mind, he had no idea the psychotic thoughts I had for him that I will have to be on hold.
He looked at me and then put his phone back into his pocket, "Be a good girl then, this will be your last one. The next time, I will harm one of the twins or both."
I nodded weakly and fell to the ground. Quite some beating I took from Luke earlier. Whatever this witch had done to me, I was not healing properly.
Now I will just have to entertain myself with what Luke and his witch were doing.
I watched as the witch pulled out a very sharp knife, by the looks of things. That knife was very sharp and will be good for a clean cut.
She approached the sea creature, as she slowly examined some scales through what I could see, and then she lifted it and detached the scales one by one with the knife, so quickly that I could not even count the fifth one.
When she was done, all the harvested scales were now in a big bowl and some guards had come in to take the creature away.
Luke, have the order for them to set it on fire. No signs of it should remain, was what he ordered them to do.
Was this the way he wanted to control my powers? Is this what he has been waiting for?
Earlier I was not scared, but watching all these, I am getting terrified. I do not want my powers to be taken, I want nothing from me to be taken.
Luke has already taken so much from me. I can't let him take anymore from me.
I can't-
I kept whispering I can't in my head even when I knew that there was not a chance I could stop any of this, while there is a traitor whom my kids and other family trusts and here I am, chained up.
Everything was happening so quickly, "Do you really have to do this?", I asked Luke, maybe there is a way I can delay them until Lincoln comes.
"Yes", he answered in one word.
I watched the witch get a smaller bowl and carefully break the cleaned scales into smaller pieces, using some kind of tool.
I had no idea what it was.
And she chose a rope from her collection which was laid on the table. As she did all these things, she said some incantations, muttering some at some certain point.
"We can always find another way. Not like this," I told Luke.
"This is the only way."
"But they are mine. They are my powers, mine!", I argued with him, although a bit more gently than other times.
I feared for any repercussions.
"Well they won't be only yours for long", Luke glanced at me a little before focusing back on assisting his witch.
She was now using a weaving technique but traditionally. It seemed like the witch was making sure the scales stayed securely attached with her rope.
Throughout the weaving process the witch paid attention, and finally, she had completed it and handed it to like to take a look.
"Lovely, it will look good on her", Luke complimented the bracelet as he turned to me, showing me it, "Your new bracelet darling."
I did not say anything except from, "Are the scales not sharp, I don't see how I would wear that, it looks like it would cut my skin."
"Well it is kind of being made for that", The witch answered seriously as she continued with whatever she was doing.
I refused to say anything else as Luke set the bracelet down, carefully. Maybe I should try breaking it or smashing it?
No, that is a bad plan. Will not get to it in time or without them noticing.
The witch started making something again, and I was not sure what it was, but this time she molten a metal alloy with some kind of magic or something and then poured it into a ring-shaped mold, creating the base.
While the metal was still semi-molten, she embedded the broken scale pieces in the round part of the ring, where the finger enters, and then decorated the head of the ring with more small scales.
The ring cooled off and solidified with the scales, which were securely embedded. She shapes the ring, like staring in awe and being all proud and then she removes the excess metal.
The witch made some few touches and the ring was ready.
"Perfect," Luke said, happily, taking the ring from her and examining it.
"Bring her," he ordered.
The witch started walking towards me and I tried moving backwards, forgetting that I was already resting on the cold wall.
She pulled me up to my feet, removed the chain, only the black cuffs on my wrist, and pushed me towards Luke.
"It is a matter of time before Lincoln would find us, but with this, we have nothing to be afraid of," Luke said as he wore the ring with sharp scales and then put mine around my wrist.
"You do not have to do this Luke," I said to him once again, "You have no right!", I cried out angrily.
Luke ignored me and turned to the witch and nodded, "Do it!"