Chapter Fourteen

Blaze was in the Kitchen, belonging to his Coven, The Cluster Coven.

I let out a little grin as the sweet yet bitter taste of whiskey hit my tastebuds, as my 'hit coffee', as I liked to call it, calmed my senses.

'You are going to need that more when you find out what the 'Caster Coven' have requested of us.. well more you'. My little sister's voice echoed smugly from behind me.

Ember has bright red hair scaling all the way down to her knees, often tied in a loosely made plait. Her eyes were also a bright red, much like my own.

She wore a long flowy crimson red dress that reached just above her ankles, with tall heeled-boots. She also had dark black make-up with dark red lip stick.

'Let me guess they want me to send them more familiars to protect their little princess'. I scoffed, turning around and meeting her smug gaze.

Those hellhounds that followed Aria around were actually sent from me, I specialised in making deals with such creatures that did not belong here. My fire magic was a form of hellfire after all..

'And what do you intend to annoy me about today, my sweet sibling?'. I raised my eyebrows in a challenge.

'Apparently you are requested to babysit Arianna Caster'. She scoffed.

I stared blankly at my little sister; hoping she would not notice how the fire in my body wanted to leap out of my fingertips. I knew that I had a strange bond with the girl, nothing like I once had with her elder sister.

Aria knew something weird was going on between us and how she could not control the sudden feeling of lust when it came to me.. she was not exactly experienced with our kind. She probably would not know the difference between lust and a bound if it hit her in the face.

It was also why I made a move on her that day.. I just had to know what her lips tasted of.. and surprisingly, I remembered the taste; sweet like roses blooming yet hot, insanely hot, like my own magic. And that is not even me getting started on how it felt to have our magic intwining around us when we kissed.

'Okay, ignoring me works too asshole'. Ember snapped, shoving my shoulder and she began storming out of the Kitchen.

I blinked twice in response.

I took a deep breath and pulled my mobile out of my pocket, to find four missed calls from my father. He had retired from being the Coven's leader just over two years ago.

I quickly entered his mobile number and patiently awaited his answer; he answered on the fourth ring.

'About time, boy'. My father's voice echoed in disapproval.

'I assume this is about Arianna Caster'. I grumbled, attempting to act annoyed.

'Ah yes, I forgot Ember was visiting you today. Apologies my boy'. Flint muttered unhappily.

'Can you please tell me what exactly I must do'. I sighed, feeling an odd sense of excitement in my chest.

'Meet with the Cluster girl and report back to Agust, on whatever she tells you. Before you protest, she is fully aware of this'. He grumbled.

'I see. Very well'. I spoke in a neutral voice, hiding my amusement.

'Dorothy also requested something different'. He sounded uncomfortable.

'I see.. what does she want exactly?'. I frowned.

'She wants you to capture her daughter's heart. Court her'. He spoke, in an oddly amused voice.

I sucked in a sharp breath.

Court her? The last time I followed orders blindly regarding courting.. I was nearly killed.

'That.. is something I refuse to do, father'. I frowned.

'It is time you stopped messing around with random women of your Coven and moved on properly. Annabelle is your past, but maybe this Arianna could be your future'. His voice made me frown slightly.

The way my father was speaking to me, sounded as though he expected me to do this for him and my Coven.

'Father'. I warned.

'I know it hurts what she did to you, but you need to move past it'. He scolded me.

I clenched my fists, as fire began to course past my fingertips and sizzle to nothingness around me.

My Kitchen was magically fireproofed due to the flammable nature of our magic. Which, helped regarding random combustions.

'YOU- you have no idea what I went through'. I snapped, ending the call immediately.

I took a deep breath and stared deadly at the fire surrounding me.

I closed my eyes, remembering the day Anna nearly killed me..

She betrayed not only me, but both of our Coven's and now her family expected me to.. to allow myself to trust another daughter of theirs.. Anna was my ex-lover and ever since being with her, I had only ever had flings with both humans and Witches from my Coven.

Admittedly, I like Aria. But liking someone could not hide my past trauma with her sister.

The day that Anna demanded that her new lover kill me.. I was just lucky that they thought that my flames had consumed my body to the point that I vanished. My sister knew I was in danger and used her teleportation magic to save my life.. if I had not left at that point maybe I would have even killed Anna and her freakshow that she now called her little Pack of violent misfits.

The Caster Coven was lucky to still have an alliance with us considering my awful past with Anna. And yet, here they were, demanding that I steal Aria's heart just to benefit them.

But then, meeting her that day at the Archive made me realise how sweet and innocent she was.. I just did not want her to turn out as corrupted as her older sister; the woman who broke my heart and led me to go down a very dark path.

I knew I was feeling confusion about all this and what I should do.. but that did not help me.. I needed to move on, yes, but with another Caster? That I was unsure of.

All our families ever wanted of their offspring was for someone they could order around and to live by their goals. We should be able to choose a future freely. And I really do not want to be the reason for Aria to feel trapped or even to feel heartbroken.

Heartbroken like I had been.. I sighed deeply at how weak this still makes me feel.

I could meet with her sure, but I was not so sure I could court her like they wanted. I was simply not ready to let go of my hatred, even if I kept our stupid little alliance going.

But I was simply out of moves.. I swore angrily, as I threw my empty glass against the wall. I watched as my drinks contents seeped down the white tiled wall of my Kitchen.

And just like that I began trashing my Kitchen; breaking cups, mugs, glasses, plates and simply anything I could get my hands on.

I sank to the floor and stared with dead eyes, at the that mess I had just made.

When would I stop feeling such hate?