Chapter 14: THE THREAT DISPLAY
Ethan had the time of his life the next night, satisfied by both Alon and Gwen. He was extremely happy to see Alon give in to sleep with Gwen, so happy that he himself joined him. Thinking about the way Alon asked him to continue fucking him made him laugh. The quiet ones are always the ones holding such urge for pleasure. He was happy to get Along out of his misery. Although he felt bad afterwards, Ethan could only smile as he fucked him until he was unconscious.
On his both his sides were the two lovers, sleeping with their body bare, while he stared at the ceiling. He had told Alrond about this dark dream spell and formed a seal making it impossible for any one to cast a spell on him ever again. So as he woke in the morning, Alon by his left and Gwen at his right. He sighed in relief.
Was Amara also taunted with such dream?
If she was indeed having such dreams, she would be panicking indeed. Ethan wanted to form the seal on her, but he couldn’t risk getting close to her now while she was still sick. He had to wait a bit.
Suddenly the door opened and Alrond walked in. His eyes bulged at the sight of the three on one bed.
“Good morning, Alrond,” Ethan yawned and moved to get out of bed and put on his robe.
“A man?” Alrond asked. “I thought you lost interest long, long ago?”
Ethan stretched as he moved towards his younger brother, “this was a special case,” he turned back and smiled at the sleeping Alon.
Alrond smiled. “You forced him because of his love for Gwen?”
Ethan nodded. “Say, what brings you here?”
Alrond quickly brought out a file and gave Ethan, “this is for the case in Westside Silverwood, I’ve gathered all I could about the immortals too. Although we can find and question a few of them, why you want to face them head-on?” he asked.
Ethan chuckled, “I want to show them just how wrong they’re for messing with me.”
Alrond smirked, he loved this side of Ethan, revenge. “Very well then, I will go with you,” Alrond said, but Ethan shook his head.
“I will go alone,” he collected the file and dropped it on the desk.
Alrond said nothing and bowed before leaving, he never underestimated the length of his brother’s powers so he wasn’t worried about him going alone.
Sure enough the following few days, news spread about Ethan destroying the residents immortals in the Northside Silverwood, so badly that a lot of them died. He used this as a warning, telling them that if anyone of them should mess with him again, he would wipe out the whole immortals. Hearing this, some fled Silverwood while others went into hiding. Another group of immortals came to pledge their services to Ethan on other to catch this rogue immortal. Hearing that one of their kind was indeed so merciless, they blamed themselves and accepted Ethan’s punishment on their home.
Ethan came back to Zathkanan Palace again, as victorious as ever. Alrond was indeed very proud and happy.
“That man won’t dare to mess around with you again,” he said.
Ethan nodded, “I fear he would go into hiding for the time being, we still need to keep our noses high,” he said.
A month later, Ethan was relaxing at his room in the Ban Vance Hotel. He was expecting to see Amara that day. She had been off for a month to recover. He hadn’t seen her since that incident with her at her house.
By now the Westside Silverwood areas affected were burnt down together with the bodies, and was turned into a memorial site. The dangerous gem was no where to be found, so was the unknown man. The president still held the smugglers who were captured and a man who was suspected to be using dangerous materials from these smugglers were on trial. In the mortal world, the case was closed. Solved mostly by Ethan, but not in his own world. The man in the shadows was still on the run, quiet now since his threat display while the man arrested in the mortal world was the acting man in the shadows. With this done, Ethan still needed to find out who Amara Morgan was.
He thought immediately she enters, he would put a seal on her. So immediately he heard a knock on the door. He went to open it.
Amara stood there, hazel eyes shinning, her long black silky hair pack into a bun showing off that beautiful and delicate feature. Amara was so beautiful.
Ethan stop that feeling from his dream with her from surfacing. Immediately the tip of his pale ears turned red.
Amara smiled, “congratulations on solving the case,” she said, “may I come in?”
Ethan immediately gave way for her to enter and while she admired the beauty of his room, back turned to him, he used the opportunity to silently put a seal on her. When this was done, he sighed.
“You are well?”
“Mhn.”
“Good then.”
Then silence. Amara walked round the house for a while, she marveled at the magnificent sitting room, the murals on the walls were indeed beautiful and creative.
“You paint?” she asked.
Ethan smiled. “Only a little.”
Amara hissed at him. Only a little? The art and murals on the wall were as exquisite as every other famous authors'.
Impressive! Amara thought.
“You must be so rich to afford a to like this, not to talk of the biggest room in a whole Ban Vance Hotel,” she observed. “What exactly do you do apart from a detective at the Eastside, because I know that Eastside Silverwood pay detectives lesser than other sides.”
Ethan smiled but didn’t answer her. Amara found this a little bit suspicious. This room had no pictures of himself or his family just art. He never said anything about himself at all. It was like he was a ghost. He must be really lonely.
“Do you have a family?” she asked.
“What? Why do you want to know? It’s none of business,” he said. Amara immediately nodded, but shoved the question aside anyways. I was wrong to ask of someone’s family like that. Maybe he wanted to be like that.
“You sent a lot of get well soon cards though, I’ve lost count,” she laughed.
Ethan shrugged. “It worked didn’t it?”
Amara almost rolled with laughter. Ethan stared on as she laughed. Her beauty was unbearable to the eye. He couldn’t look away, neither could he look on. Suddenly the dream of a month ago flooded his mind. They way he felt so good in her arms. The way his head exploded with pleasure. He could feel his stomach churn, his body reacting to that dream. If this continued he might as well lose it and fuck her there and then, but he fisted his hands, so tightly that red marks started to appear on his palm.
Amara looked at him, “what?” she asked, but Ethan said nothing. On the other hand, Amara marveled at the beauty in front of her. Part of her was indeed happy that he had given her the attention she had always wanted, another part was furious that he took on the job himself and loathed herself from being seriously ill and weak.
“Thank you for updating me on the progress on the case though, but remember we were partners, so the victory goes to both of us,” she said.
Ethan sighed. “No need to do this, I already told the president that you did most of the work at home and forwarded it me.”
Amara’s eyes widened. Wasn’t this the same young man who wanted to work alone. How could he switch all of sudden. Firstly he visited her, then sent cards, sent progress on the case to her, and even gave all the credit to her.
This warmed Amara’s heart deeply, maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. She smiled.
“Thank you,”
Ethan nodded. “Don’t mention it, you deserve it anyway.”
Amara couldn’t help but blush, but a thought dawned on her.
“Will you leave for Eastside soon, now that the case is closed?” she asked, Ethan shook his head.
“I’ve moved to Northside Silverwood, the Eastside is not for me. I’ll stay here for sometime before building my own house.”
This gave Amara quite the relieve, she really wanted to know who this gentleman was. His handsome face wasn’t a waste after all.
“Then how about I threat you to a diner tonight, to celebrate capturing our culprit, my treat,” Amara said.
Ethan nodded. He knew that his plan was going accordingly, he had to get close to her and find out more about her. Why their connection had led them this far. Why he had dreamt such about her? His smile became menacing.
He was just manipulating her.