Chapter 20 20

Chapter 20 20
He carried her, pushing her to the bed, immobilizing her while she was still screaming, begging him not to send his disgusting intent. She stuck her fingernails into his chest, feeling that there was a rock lying on top of her. She sobbed, crying bitterly, fidgeting under him with helplessness, and he was satisfied with her fixation, waiting for exhaustion to get to her. 
And after she felt weakened, unable to continue resisting him, she was in his arms, breathing randomly, begging for his mercy with her cloudy looks. She stared deeply into his eyes, trying to penetrate the wall of his cruelty, hatred, and anger. 

The two trembling, trying to touch his sick soul, watching him come close to her, receiving her lips, and allowing him, she did not resist him but was satisfied with him, feeling him push away his pain, sadness, and disappointment in her depths, weaving strong threads between their feelings, I embraced him and shed generous tears, begging him to realize the horror of his mistake and to realize himself before it was too late from revolution. Cayden is inevitably coming, and he does not deserve betrayal, treachery, and disappointment from him. 
Her understanding looks and urgent pleas pierced his heart like arrows carrying an antidote to the malignant disease that was spreading through his body, extending to his soul, and about to swallow him up in pitch black, realizing at that very moment the reason for her coming at this very time. He spent his past life fighting a memory that tries not to leave him no matter what he does. 

He clings to it so as not to lose himself completely, but he was fighting it fiercely, rejecting its influence on him, trying to get rid of it at any cost until his memory became a mere pain that nourishes his grudges, cruelty, and tyranny, losing his actual identity. 
Burying his face in the hollow of her neck, fleeing from her to her, he feels a calmness sweeping over his being, a knife he lost centuries ago, forgetting her grace. Celine's body stiffened for a while, unable to comprehend his reaction, gradually taking hold in her mind.  I took a deep breath and breathed a sigh of relief. 

to, in her, to her, certain that Kayden must know the amount and the horror of what his brother has gone through, so he tries not to be him, eternity, and his family over him, condoning his rebellion, his frivolity, and his separation from his feelings from what surrounds him.

Less than half an hour before the sun set, he promised her that he would take her back to the palace as soon as it set. She entered the kitchen trying to find something to eat, and after finding that the cupboards were full of expired cans, she came back and sat at the table waiting for time to pass, distracted by watching her bracelets. 

control it, but the question remains , can you control its capabilities? Can she control the path and amount of radiation she needs to defend herself without completely destroying her surroundings? If Damien had not yielded to her pleas, would she have killed him? No, what would you do? You will not kill the only person who carries

Kaiden's blood—she could not deprive him of his brother—exhaled his anger at the lack of her options, leaned at the table waiting for her fate in boredom, hoping that fate would send Kaiden to her as soon as possible.
  She leaned at the table, thinking about something, waiting for the setting of the sun in anticipation, oblivious to who had crept behind her.  She fidgeted in his arms, pinning her feet to the ground, trying to free herself from his grip. Questions rush through her mind: Is it possible that he changed his mind? 

, or was he ignoring the ground, trotting her through a dim hallway, opening a small iron door, and pushing her in, waiting for the sunset? Damian uploaded it for 

a small dark room ... " 
n't a sound, I'm going to take my hand off your mouth, but don't talk about your head, I get it....." He whispered in her ear in a trembling, exciting tone. scared her. It was a decade of late Albaba, and when she did not give him a clear signal, he whispered tightly. 
“Celine, the time is not suitable for hesitation and rebellion; I will free your mouth now.” So she nodded to him, waiting for him to free her, and as soon as he did, she turned to him, roaring at him, “What is not....” So I shut her down, silencing her mouth again. “They brought you here,” he whispered, insulting himself.
The Sirans circling around the place must have stopped. “I should not have brought you here; I failed....” Blood ran from her cheeks.
her, feeling the ground crumbling beneath her. She remembers that creature she saw in the interrogation room. Damian sensed the panic that took hold of her. 
  her, and they would take her, her body violently. He failed in her right; he brought her here, oblivious to the danger that surrounds her. How did I not think of that before I kidnapped her and brought her here without a guard to protect her from the most dangerous savage enemy in the world? 
Touching her cheek called her attention, whispering softly, “Don’t be afraid … I will protect you from them if it costs me my life. I won’t let them take you. I want you to stay here in this room and don’t get out of it no matter what happens; it is safe, and I will go out to them and not let them come near.” From you, never...” He tried to reassure her. 
  Get safe. His lack of confidence in the whole situation calls his secret; what happens fate leads them to before it's too late. « What if 
  kill you, please stay here with me, we can wait for them to leave….” I pleaded with a trembling tone, “They won’t leave without you. I’ll go out and try to finish them before they come with support….” 

She grabbed his arm, begging him amid her gasps, not wanting to lose him. "Please ... don't go out ... don't leave me here alone." He grabbed her wrist, alerting her to her bracelets. "Remove Selene's bracelets ... And if someone comes trying to open the room, fire them, set them on fire. Everyone, stay here until Kaiden comes to your rescue. It's 
  I inevitably keep coming, agreed....” I exclaimed. 
's She shouted, heartbroken and disappointed, in her letters, 'I still can't control the glow of my fire.' 

Her condition tore his conscience; determined to do the impossible for her, he lured her to him, embracing her with possession, depositing her goodness that brought him back to his being again, but it seems that he will not live to enjoy it, as he does not know whether he will return to her or not. Then he stroked her forehead deeply, whispering to her in a rigid tone, “When they reach you, know.” 
  That I don't exist anymore, I'll be done because as long as I'm alive, I won't let anyone come near this room, and that's what I'm going to do.” He winked at her, opened the door, and walked out, leaving her facing the worst nightmare of her life, coming out, shutting the door behind him, and letting her stare at the door in terror, eavesdropping outside. 

In anticipation, she waits for a movement or a sound to tell her what will happen, to be confronted by a deep silence, a silence that afflicts her, manipulating her nerves. 
She held her breath, waiting to hear something—screaming, cracking, footsteps—but nothing, and this thing was more terrifying to her than anything; a suspicious silence invaded her imagination with the most horrific images and fears. Kneeling on the ground, she stops fiddling with her nerves, trembling with panic when she's about to fall under the spell of a fit. 
  As for the time being, he never—she began to feel a glow.  She had no other choice but to wait. She took off her bracelets from her wrists, trying 
  Preoccupying herself with them, her mind from her body. Place  He nerves, and she does too, at the thought of an involuntary panic, so she begins to regulate her breath, urging herself to relax.  Discovering a solid, impenetrable material, she touched the wall with her glowing palm, and it bounced under her fist, letting out an uneasy voice as if trying to resist her. I gasped. 

You feel frustrated. What should she do? How should she behave?

And it was only moments until the sound of cracking and smashing from the outside announced the start of the battle, with the certainty that they had managed to penetrate the safety of the hut that was protecting her and Damian. Terrible screaming spread through the walls, easily piercing the solid walls of the safe, causing her severe pain in her ears and a headache she had never experienced before. 
  So she closed her hands to her ears.  of the feeling of her brain about to explode inside.  She. She screamed, emanating from her body a fiery glow in the form of a narrow cylinder that penetrated the ceiling towards the dark, vertically boundless space. 
The sounds of fighting and screaming sirens coming from behind the door did not stop remarkably close to their place, announcing the approach of their hour. She lost her strength and ability to move after that fit of screaming, unable to raise her head from its place. 

Kayden left his guards and his accompanying soldiers fighting the Sirana and went inside the hut looking for Celine in the rooms, panicking his limbs with the passage of time, afraid that he was late in reaching her, oblivious to the presence of that safe that they use as a store for weapons. Call him. 
One of his soldiers says, "Lord, I think there's someone here," and he points to the small safe door. 
He hurried his steps towards her, opening the door with impatience to check on her, and he found her curled up around herself, trying to contain the rising of her completely naked body. He found it; he found it before they arrived.
her.
He carried her in his arms, holding her to his chest, breathing a sigh of relief, permeating his lungs with its fragrant scent. He raised his head toward the sky, thanking the Almighty for protecting him and begging him not to take from him his only brother, whom they found in a deplorable condition. I led them to it through the tube of light that I sent in the middle of the night.
They are still lost, not knowing where to find them for fate to be so close to me. The location of this particular cottage, but despite this, it is too late for Damian, who seemed to be fighting valiantly for as long as possible to protect her from them.

She finished washing and came out of the bathroom feeling weak and debilitated, not the weakness of her body, but the weakness and sickness of her spirit.  Her transformation, her new life and situation, Damian, Kayden, and Sirana—she feels that there is a rush inside her, a hustle. 
  Random and unable to control and tame her, she shook her head in despair, hoping to throw intruders out of her mind so she would enjoy some peace. She looked around the suite, looking for Kayden, whom she had not seen since he had brought her back to the palace, and found that a strange maid was waiting for her in his place. "Where's Lina? And why are you here?

, my lord has commanded me to attend to your requests, my lady.” The maid answered her, waiting for something from her. “Ah, I am not your mistress, and I want Lina. Call Lina, please.” 

I ordered her to refuse her service; she wants Lina back. Lina was her friend before she was her maid, but why isn't she the one who waits for her to leave instead of this strange maid? The maid, like her successors, raised her head and answered her in embarrassment, “I apologize, but you can ask Lina from you.” Celine sighed tightly, wondering why he was absent.
My lord, please allow me to serve you now until he returns her.”
to her successors as well.  She has not seen him since she returned to the palace and needs to check on Damian, whom she has not seen.
  Or hear any news about him since their departure from that place.
Mark entered after knocking on the door and receiving permission; he bowed respectfully before her, addressing her.
"My Lady!"