Chapter - 69: Proving Sheila's Innocence.

(Shade's POV).

Pushing open the door, I peered out, my head slightly and glanced around slowly, but to my surprise, Castor was no longer in. I should have known he was up to no good; he just could not keep his claws within himself and always ended up getting into trouble.

A deal was made, and although I made a deal with him, seeking permission to move out for a date with Sheila before joining him, he had already left.

He just kept throwing a fuss around, and because I was meant to handle everything all by myself, we were expected to stay up. That had been the initial plan with Zed. We were expected to stay at home and watch around just in case the news and truths were meant to come out, letting us know the culprit to the whole story.

Yet he just couldn't help himself, going all about dropping after Zed and Faedra. Left of me, I saw it had nothing other than him making several mistakes; it was not meant to happen in a way as such, and even still, it broke me apart a little.

I needed the culprit caught. Everyone thought it had something to do with Sheila; their time frames crossed each other. That had still not meant a single thing. Maybe it was way too confusing, but coincidences are a thing.

Perhaps Sheila wasn't with Faedra when she had been poisoned, but it only made sense to me; Sheila had been with me, yet both Zed and Castor still see her as a culprit. Worse until Zed believed I had barely been covering up for her and nothing else.

Now I was stuck with finding a way to prove her innocence. Sheila was done this morning; I trusted and loved her, and besides, she wasn't around when the whole issue came up. We were drugged, and it must have been done by someone who knew us so well—someone who knew we would certainly drink off of the water.

Although it bothered me a bit, I wasn't sure what such primal thoughts I had couped up in my mind, yet I felt my senses and nerves all drawn back towards that same choice and mistake of mine, the thoughts that Faedra was all alone, couped up with Castor and Zed while I was here all alone, brooding.

I glanced ahead and sighed from pent-up frustration. I had avoided Faedra for as long as I could remember. I felt slightly guilty, agreed. Maybe I should not have lashed out in that manner, but I had done it because Zed got on my nerves; he was never giving Sheila space.

Castor made it worse; he always went about pinning on and on about how she returned to me because she had some sort of plan. At first, he had complained, saying she had left me all because she never loved me to begin with. I said nothing to that and it pained me. But when she explained everything, her pains, and her ordeals to me, I understood where it all went wrong.

Yet again, Castor only questioned why she returned after such long years. Although he made a point as to why she didn't bother to search for me, I only thought of it as a mere explanation; he couldn't help himself when it was down to certain situations, and why could he not just believe that Sheila could actually be in love with me?

My longing for Faedra increased while I made my walks all through the corridors; the house seemed oddly empty. And for some reason, it worked up my nerves a lot, and I was left with no choice. I suddenly became gloomy, wondering how things would be after her childbirth.

We made her sign a contract, but will she really drop off the babies for us? Why did it seem to me like we were cruel to her? I mean, things weren't like this back then; we all had our differences, and this time we were better together. Well, at least she was with both Castor and Zed; she didn't love me, and my feelings for her she ignored as well.

I pushed open the door to Sheila's room. I was bored and hoped she would be in, but to my surprise, the room was empty. It didn't seem like she was anywhere else; there were no errands left for her to run; it was just her and me in the house, and it bothered me almost immediately. I couldn't think more about the situation.

I glanced down toward the floor ahead of me. I felt a presence behind me, but the huge shadow behind me made me swallow hard. I tensed up for a minute, and I moved swiftly, dealing a blow to its sides.

It was a warrior masked, a growl escaped his throat while he plumaged toward me, then suddenly ran in my directional knocked me to the edge, it pulled out a dagger while I gathered myself off from the floor, my senses tingled a bit, my nerves broke down on the spot, but I knew I could not give up at least.

He launched towards me and grabbed me by the arm; he had the advantage of being bigger than I was. I pushed more to the side, rolling off toward the edge before sending a kick to his sides. The dagger fell, and I grabbed it hastily while he bent on one knee. My body shook slightly. A throbbing headache attacked me, yet I couldn't think much of it as he dealt another blow toward my eye, blinding me by a bit.

His grip on my neck became tighter, and I saw that he had every intention of strangling me to death. I picked up the dagger from my waist before plunging into its side.

He let go of my neck and placed his palm by its side before falling loudly, toward the floor.

I sucked in the air hungrily, holding on to my neck while I glanced over to his body, which lay stiff and lifeless, blood oozing from its sides.

“Damn!” I yelled at the top of my lungs in annoyance; he was the only witness and suspect, and now that he was dead, there was no way to prove Sheila's innocence.