My Bloody Revenge novel Chapter 27

"Will he be alright?" Lyra looks at Jaze with worry. He restlessly paces back and forth while both

Lyra and Lydoran are seated. They keep following his consistent back and forth pacing with

their eyes as Jaze keeps mumbling things to himself. Anger clearly visible not even a blind could

miss it.

"The poor boy lost his horses ages ago. He will be fine."

"Horses?" Lyra turns her gaze towards Lydoran who in turn laughs heartily at her puzzled look.

"I'm not a loony or gone mental." Jaze interrupts frustrated.

"Going by how long you've been pacing while mumbling to yourself, I'll say you have gone

beyond mental my dear son."

"And lost your horses?" Lyra contributed timidly. Unsure if it was a good thing to say. Lydoran

throws his head back laughing merrily. And loudly.

Taking out two blood bags Jaze walks over to his maker and slaps him with one of the bags

before handing it to him, mumbling out." Idiot"

Ignoring Jaze’s little jab, Lydoran empties the las drops in his bag with a loud, satisfied, slurp

then discards it in the trash can. "Back to the issue at hand. What does it mean for little love

here that he has found her?"

Jaze looks directly at Lyra. "Trouble. Nothing we can't handle though.

"I don't want to go back there. Ever. I have defied him, gone against every rule he's eve taught

me. My punishment will therefore be something equal to what I've done." Just thinking about

what Elmir might do to her if brought back causes tears to form in her eyes. Knowing there will

be no mercy sends shivers throughout her entire body. Unconsciously she starts to rub arms

and legs as if being cold. Ghost pain spreads in every scar on her body.

"Hey...No no." Lydoran whispers softly. "None of that, love. Your safe. Come here." Lifting her

up gently he places her in his lap then holds her close. Nearly hiding her within his strong arms

and large frame. "No one will take you from us."

"Do you think he noticed who she was there with?" Jaze muses leaning against the kitchen

counter.

"I know how you feel and if aloud we would do just that, but we can't. The fight isn't ours to

battle. Not yet at least." Lydoran says calmy to his son in hopes to not agitate him further.

Fangs could be seen fully elongated and muscles strained against the fabric of his clothes.

"Have you seen her body?" Jaze hissed out angrily. "Not a single part of her body has been

spared. She has nightmares almost every single night and I bet ya it's because of him."

Sighing heavily, Lydoran looks down on the sleeping girl tucked away in his arms. Softly he

moves her closer to his chest by snaking his arms tighter around her small body. He has not

seen the full damage of her past but some scars have crossed his line of sight and they were not

a pretty sight. Her back is littered with all kinds and shapes of scars and will forever be etched

into his memory. He very well understands Jaze’s frustration and need for actions but until

Elmir does something directed personally at them neither of them can get involved. “We will

keep her happy, protected and safe. I can promise you that. He will only get to her over my

dead body.”