Chapter 14 Vinc
Rain's POV
My body trembled as Mykel carried me out of that cursed mirror chamber. His grip was firm, cold like marble, and every step he took made the world sway. My breathing hitched, my ribs were bruised, my legs scraped, and my blood… my blood wouldn’t stop dripping.
The air outside the mirror realm snapped back like a whip. It was cold, sharp, real.
Rosee burst forward, eyes wild, hands glowing with a faint, dying ember of suppressed power.
“Rain!” he choked out.
Mykel stepped in front of him, fangs partially exposed. “Back off, dragon.”
Rosee flinched not because of the insult, but because something invisible constricted him. He tried to push forward, but his body locked, like an unseen wall shoved him away from me.
“I can’t,” Rosee’s voice cracked. “I can’t touch her. Not while she’s bleeding like this… not in that place.”
Mykel tightened his hold. “Move. She’s fading.”
I wanted to speak but my throat closed.
All I could do was reach out blindly and my fingertips brushed Mykel’s wrist.
A violent sizzle cracked through the air.
Mykel hissed as his skin burned under my touch smoking, peeling, healing, then burning again.
“Rain! Mykel get away or you'll burn.” Rosee shouted, trying to push past the invisible barrier.
Mykel gritted his teeth. “It’s fine. I can hold her.”
But even he winced as sparks burst wherever my skin touched his.
Yet when Rosee finally reached out, my hand fell into his palm like water.
He didn't burn, just warmth.
His breath hitched, and for a second, a strange expression crossed his face, not jealousy, not fear, but something ancient and confused.
He swallowed tightly. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”
BACK AT THE APARTMENT
They half-dragged, half-guided me inside. My legs felt like broken branches, and I refused to let either of them carry me anymore.
Mykel paced, restless and irritated.
“Her blood is attracting things. We don’t have much time before”
“I’ll handle it,” Rosee cut in, voice shaking.
But I barely heard them.
I stumbled into my room, closed the door… and collapsed on the cold floor.
The silence hit me harder than any blow.
My arms circled around myself, trying to hold my shaking body together. It was useless. Every breath felt like drowning. Every blink replayed the mirror… Ryan’s face that wasn’t Ryan… and
Vinc.
VINC.
My throat closed as his name tore from me in a whisper.
“Vinc… baby…”
I pressed my forehead to my knees, rocking, sobbing silently, my tears soaking into my clothes.
I couldn’t lose him. I couldn’t lose him again.
(FLASHBACK )
Under the sunlight, in the garden. Little feet pattered against soft grass.
“Mummy,mummy look!” Vinc laughed breathlessly as he ran through the garden, petals flying behind him like confetti.
I knelt just in time to catch him, lifting him into the air as his giggle vibrated against me.
He wrapped his tiny arms around my neck. “Mummy, I run so fast! Like uncle Ryan!”
I laughed, the kind that felt like warm wind in my chest and kissed his cheeks.
“You run faster than everyone.”
Vinc beamed, proud as a little king.
Somewhere behind us, Ryan watched from under a tree, pretending to read a book while secretly smiling at us. Vinc adored him. Every time Ryanwalked in the room, Vinc would light up like morning sun.
“Uncle Ryan!” Vinc had once yelled, launching himself at the man.
Ryan caught him effortlessly, eyes soft. “You little troublemaker. Have you been good to your mother today?”
Vinc nodded aggressively. “YES!”
Ryan laughed. “Good. Keep it that way.”
It was a moment of love, warmth and safety. All wrapped in that garden.
But it didn’t last.
In the Dungeon
My knees scraped on the floor, trembling, forced down by guards who couldn’t meet my eyes.
Vinc’s small body was lifeless on the floor.
“No…” My voice cracked. “No, please, no. That’s not... I didnt do it."
“ENOUGH!” My father’s,, the Alpha King roar shook the walls.
He towered over me, eyes blazing with betrayal. “You killed him. You are a forsaken cursed idiot. You bring death wherever you step.”
I sobbed until my voice broke.
“I didn’t! I swear I swear I didn’t touch him! Please, listen, please.”
“Hold her down and burn her till she breathed her last!” He ordered.
The guards hesitated, fear choking them.
So he grabbed the heated iron himself and placed it on the lower part of my body.
I screamed and screamed until my voice shredded.
“You are a murderer,” he spat.
“A cursed creature. Not my daughter.”
The smell of burning flesh filled the room.
I begged. I cried but no one listened.
I swear, I didn't kill Vinc.
(BACK TO REALITY)
A sob tore from my throat, sharp and thin.
My hand moved without thinking, trembling—as I touched the spot where that burn had marked me forever.
My vagina.
The worst scar that no one saw.
The one that would never heal.
I curled on the floor, shaking uncontrollably.
A knock sounded at the door, soft, hesitant.
“Rain…” Rosee’s voice.
“Can I come in?” he asked but I couldn’t speak.
So I stayed silent.
My tears kept falling, one by one, like little glass beads hitting the floor.
And behind that door, Rosee waited…
quiet, unmoving…
as if guarding a broken soul he didn’t know how to fix.