Chapter 106 The Ghost At Table
Chapter 106
Lyra's POV.
"Mila?"
The name burst from everyone's lips at once. They jumped up from their chairs and crowded around Lady Sarah. Their heads turned to follow where she pointed. They looked right at me. Right through me.
But nobody saw me except Lady Sarah.
I sat at the opposite end of the table facing her. I didn't bother to lift a nudge.
Lady Sarah's whole body trembled. Her mouth hung open. Her eyes grew so wide I could see the white all around them.
Even with all her charade, I remained unmoved from where I sat.
"Mila?" Alpha Francis looked around the empty space. He squinted. He moved his head left and right. "There's nothing there."
I had no time to waste.
"Calm your nerves," I said. My voice was steady and cold. "Don't behave like an idiot, you soulless beast."
The curse rolled off my tongue.
Lady Sarah nodded fast, like a puppet on strings. She was the only one in the room that could hear me.
"Point at them," I commanded. "Calm everyone down."
She obeyed or pretended to obey.
Then she put up a smile, but it looked wrong. Fake. Like someone had knowingly painted it on her face.
Sarah's body trembled from seeing me, from seeing the Mila she and others had killed untimely, sitting in the same room and having lunch with her family.
"It was just a seizure." The words came out too bright, too cheerful. But her eyes stayed glued to where I sat.
"You mean the one you've been having lately?" Francis put his hand on her shoulder, in concern if she was truly fine.
Lady Sarah nodded again. Quick little jerks of her chin.
"Mother, are you sure?" Derek stepped closer. His face was tight with worry too.
I watched them all fuss over her. These people had so much love in their family. So much care. And yet Lady Sarah had worked to destroy a young omega like Mila. Just for greed. Just for herself.
Everyone let out big breaths. The air whooshed out of their lungs. They shuffled back to their chairs. Forks scraped against plates again. They carried on with their meal.
But Lady Sarah didn't relax. She ducked her head down toward her bowl. Her eyes darted up to peek at me. An invisible me, from where I sat, crossing my arms over the table and returning the gaze for a while.
Then few minutes passed,
"Confess your sins now." I commanded.
She pretended not to hear. She stirred her soup gently.
"Confess how you killed me. Confess now!"
She nodded her head . Just a tiny movement. A sign that she wouldn't.
Anger burned hot in my chest. I reached into my pocket. My fingers closed around something small and heavy.
I pulled out a bottle. I held it up in her face to see the content inside.
"This Silencium-10 is the higher version of the poison used to kill me."
"No... please... no." Her lips barely moved. The words were so quiet, just breath and whisper. Her face crumpled like wet paper and darted at the faces of everyone at the table.
But I felt nothing. She had to pay for what she had done . She had to harvest the pain she had sown.
The others noticed. Their heads swiveled toward Lady Sarah. Then toward the empty chair she kept staring at. The exact spot where I sat.
They knew something was very wrong.
"I think you need to go visit a healer." Alpha Francis pushed back from the table. He stood and reached for his coat on the chair.
"No..." Lady Sarah grabbed his arm. Her fingers dug into his sleeve. She yanked him back down. "Come back to your seat. Finish your food. I'm fine."
"Mother, you're scaring everyone." Tatiana's voice wobbled. Fear had crept into the room like fog under a door.
Nobody was eating anymore. The food sat cold and forgotten on their plates. The meal that had been so warm and happy was now heavy with dread.
"No... I'm fine, dear." Lady Sarah smiled at Tatiana. Then at Derek across the table. The smile was weak and watery. She tried to make everything look normal. But it wasn't. My ghost haunted her like a shadow she couldn't escape.
I felt nothing watching her squirm.
"Confess every one of your evil deeds."
I twisted the cap off the Silencium-10. Right in front of her face. I lifted the bottle high. Then I moved it slowly over each bowl of soup on the table. Over Francis's bowl. Over Tatiana's. Over Derek's.
I played with it like a game. Back and forth. Bowl to bowl. And I was enjoying myself. Just like they had enjoyed themselves when they planned my death. When they celebrated my downfall. When they instructed the pack to stone me to death.
I hovered the poison over their food.
"Please, don't do anything to harm my family..." Lady Sarah's whisper was desperate.
Everyone's head snapped toward her. Then toward the empty space where I sat.
"I... I will c-confess..." Her mouth shook so hard her teeth chattered.
"Mother, what do you mean by confessing?" Tatiana's voice rose high and scared. "Did you do something wrong?"
Fear dropped into the room like a stone into water. Heavy. Sinking. Nobody understood what was happening.
Lady Sarah stood up fast. Her chair scraped backward with a screech. She walked back and forth along the dining room. Her feet moved quick and jerky. Her hands flew up to her hair. She grabbed handfuls and pulled. Her neat hair became wild and messy.
She paced faster. Faster. Her breathing came in short gasps.
Alpha Francis looked up from his meal. "Sarah, what's wrong?"
Tatiana reached out. "Mother, please sit down."
Derek's eyes were wide. "You're scaring us."
Lady Sarah's hands dropped from her hair. She stopped walking. She stood in the middle of the room, swaying slightly.
"I ganged up to kill Mila."
The words fell like an axe.
"What?" Alpha Francis's shout filled the whole room. His face went from worried to shocked in one heartbeat.