Chapter 5 SHE WOUNDED ME

There is a difference between being liked and being valued. A lot of people like you. Not many value you.

"I want Kessell !"

Ethan stared at the door and furrowed his brows. The girl was too noisy and he still couldn't understand why Kessell brought her here instead of leaving the girl in that house, or better, killing her off.

On the other hand, Kessell waved his hand casually and the room became quiet all of a sudden. Both of them were sitting on opposite chairs, with a long table between them and a pile of paper on the top of it.

"Did the Elmwood couple have any pieces of your soul?" Ethan asked when the room fell silent.

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They killed everyone there along with the owner of that house, not only because Jonathan Elmwood had betrayed their organization, but also because the Elmwood couple had a piece of Kessell 's soul, while the rest of the victims were only collateral damage because they took the wrong side. Either they planned to betray them or were in the wrong place.

"Yes, they had," Kessell answered, he glanced at his hands subconsciously, but then he turned his focus to Ethan again. "What else did you manage to get?" Kessell asked, his dark blue eyes stared at Ethan , who had the same eyes as him.

Ethan scowled because he didn't like the answer he would be giving him. "For now, I don't have any clues on where the other pieces of your soul can be." Then he added, "I will deploy more people to look into it."

Kessell lowered his head and intertwined his fingers together before he spoke in a deep and dark voice. "No."

Hearing the rejection in his voice, Ethan raised his brows slightly, "What do you mean by no?"

"Just keep it this way, I don't want other creatures to know I am looking for something," Kessell said.

"They are humans." The people that worked for them didn't have the slightest idea that they were serving mythical creatures. "The other creatures won't be daring enough to poke their noses into our business."

"Even so." Kessell then stood up. "Keep it this way for now."

After that, he walked toward the door, but before he could open it, Ethan had posted another question that halted him.

"Why did you take the girl in? What are you going to do with her? You know very well that she shouldn't be here," Ethan asked, his voice deep and calm, yet his blue eyes couldn't hide his disagreement.

Seconds passed and Kessell , neither gave him the answer nor walked out of the room. He stood there, unmoving, until the silence broke when he finally chose to twist the handle and opened the door.

The sounds of the girl and Gael bickering flooded the silent room as the spell was broken.

"Don't you feel any guilt seeing this?" Gael became very petty when he waved his bleeding hand in front of the girl's face. "You have injured me. It will leave a scar."

The girl said nothing, but she glared at him with her blazing hazel eyes. She was nothing like a little girl now, but instead an angry wolf, who would munch on him once she was fed up with his whining.

Fortunately, the door was opened before any violence could happen and once the girl's hazel eyes caught sight of Kessell , Gael no longer existed in her little world.

"Kessell ! Look!" Gael shoved his injured hand under Kessell 's nose. "She wounded me!" Then he stared daggers at the girl, who pressed her lips tightly into a thin line. She looked angry, but shut her smart mouth in front of Kessell .

However, Kessell just swatted his hand out of his face and shifted his attention to the girl.

"Your name is Blue?" The girl nodded, staring at him expectantly. "Follow me," he ordered curtly and the girl walked happily beside him.

"Hey! What about me?!" Gael shouted, waving his hand, but then he took a second look, and saw that the injuries on his hand had healed completely. Even the skin was stitched together, leaving only a stain of blood on his skin.

Kessell must have healed him when he swatted his hand away.

"Well, this is much better." Gael shrugged his shoulders.

Blue followed him closely, while she looked around her with curiosity filled eyes a eight years old had. She would often ask and point out anything that she wanted to know about, but most of the questions would be left unanswered because Kessell chose to keep quiet.

However, it didn't cease her excitement when she saw how beautiful and luxurious this place was.

They walked down the corridor, with the walls painted in soft blue and many pictures of forest and trees hanging along the wall on her right and left sides.

"Why are there so many forest pictures here?" she asked curiously.

"Why is this corridor so long?"

"Where are we going?"

"Why don't you talk to me?"

"Is Kessell really your name?"

"Who was that annoying man earlier?"

"Why don't you answer my questions?"

"Does your teeth hurt? I don't want to talk when my teeth hurt."

Her questions echoed inside that quiet corridor followed by her footsteps.

Her voice was very clear now and less hoarse, she also had several words for someone who had not been talking for years.

Kessell then stopped in front of a brown wooden door and knocked on it.

Blue, who was standing beside him, blinked her hazel eyes, waiting for the door to be opened, curious to know who was the person that he wanted to see.

From inside, she could hear soft footsteps and then the sound of the door being opened. Behind it, was an old lady with her hair already grey, staring at Kessell with a soft smile on her lips.

But, she was surprised when she caught sight of Blue.

"Who is this child?" she asked in confusion.