Than the Water of the Womb (Book 4 in the Coven Series)

Chapter 6 Human

Lydia

My muscles twitched and my bones quivered as I held my posture. I let out a breath, swinging forward, my hands clammy against the pole as I swung to the lower pole. I flipped up high into the air, landing with my hands on the floor, pushing myself up and over into a somersault and onto my feet. Stalking forward I collected a handgun in each hand from tables either side of me. I fired rounds simultaneously, hitting the red zone in the five targets situated about the room. I tossed the guns and grabbed two fistfuls of knives, forming perfect circles around the bullet holes before picking up two Katanas. I twisted them within my grasp with fluid ease before slicing them in arcs, removing the head of a dummy and its foam heart. I ran forward, flipping three times before throwing punches at a punching bag with unrelenting force.

I heard the door open and I swiftly found a spare knife hidden in my hair, throwing it towards the intruder.

Isobel removed the clipboard from over her face, which she had used to block my attack. "Damien wants to see you."

I gave her a glance before kicking the bag.

"Now!"

I groaned inwardly. I needed more time to vent out my frustrations.

I started following Isobel, untying the tape wrapped around my knuckles and fingers as I walked.

We continued down the corridor until we reached the hall.

"Lydia." Damien greeted me without eye contact. "Take a seat."

I opted for leaning against the back of a chair instead.

"If you care about me at all, you'll take a seat."

"I don't give a fuck about any of you." I spoke the adamant truth.

Isobel sighed, expecting such a response from me.

"It's been five months, what else would you expect me to say?" Damien clenched the pen between his fingers.

"The only thing I care about is revenge."

"How about the whereabouts of your friends?" He changed the topic. "We've received word that four of your friends were taken by hunters from a club in Miami."

I wouldn't have picked anyone of my friends hailing from a club in Miami.

"Words made of thin air. It's nothing." I remarked.

"Are you telling me you don't care that the hunters are torturing them as we speak, how about Leon?"

I pushed back from the chair I was leaning against. "Who?" I feigned indifference with ease, waltzing out of the pointless meeting Damien had orchestrated. I wandered to my bedroom, trading my workout clothing for something more comfortable.

"I don't believe you don't care." Isobel's voice emitted from the doorway.

"I don't care if you believe I don't care." I replied carelessly.

"I know you better than he does."

I huffed. "He's my ex, he wouldn't know the difference between my reflection and me."

"I know when the time comes you'll throw me under the bus."

I looked over my shoulder and gave her a smile. "I would expect nothing less from my beloved cousin."

Isobel rolled her hazel eyes dramatically. "We broke you out, we can easily lock you back in there." She established before leaving my room.

After she left I retrieved the key hidden at the top of my wardrobe, striding back over my bedside table to unlock the top drawer. I pulled out a white envelope that had my name scrawled across the front. I emptied the contents of the envelope onto my bed. Six double-sided pages and three photos were spread out before me.