chapter 7: Of ruptures and separations (2)

"Victor was your brother, how could you do this?"

"I had no choice, Sascha." He justified himself. "The matrons were very clear either you had an heir or you would be expelled from the clan. I did it for you because I love you. "

Sascha burst out laughing. Damn, he had lost control.

"Do not blame me. Don't say you did it for me. " Sascha snapped at her, digging her nails into her palms. "You did it for yourself, not to lose your position as head of the family."

The bastard didn't deny it, instead, he looked at her and said. "Let's go home. You don't act like yourself now, Sascha. When you calm down, you will see things from another perspective. "

In other words, from his perspective. Sascha smiled sourly before saying. "Do not."

The presence of Sheamus gave him the security he needed to refuse, knowing that the old man was with his nose stuck inside some book on the upper floor, but that would not take long to change. That Old Man had a sixth sense of fear for trouble. Sascha did not doubt that at any moment the old apothecary would sense that something was wrong and she would come down to investigate. He took a deep breath, she just had to play his cards right, because there was no way in hell she was going back to James.

The bastard stared at her blankly for a few seconds and when the realization was made in her mind, her face hardened and darkened with anger.

"Do not? How not? You are my wife and you will do what I tell you. " James snapped at him furiously. Starting to walk menacingly in his direction.

"Ex-wife." he corrected her taking a step back. The survivor in her was raising alarm signals left and right.

Where was the Old Man? She did not look at the ceiling, could not divert her attention from his ex and less at that moment. Sascha knew that her next actions would send James to a paroxysm of fury.

"You are leaving me?" He looked incredulous and Sascha wanted to laugh at her disbelief, instead, she took out the piece of craftsmanship that was her wedding bracelet and threw it at James's head.

"You know what? You no longer need to worry about getting kicked out or losing your place. I am done with you. " He took another step back. She took a deep breath. However, she couldn't resist telling him. "Give it to Brigitte, with which she enjoys my things I am sure she will be ecstatic."

James opened his fist and watched what she had thrown at him. His pupils dilated with anger and denial. Sascha took several more steps and finally reached the threshold of the back room.

"You can't leave me," James yelled at her and then pounced on her. Sascha stumbled back and was pulled out of the way by her master's gloved hand.

The Old Man held the younger man with insulting ease, the gauntlets on his arms and fists gleaming with mana and magic. The Ogre's Fists were the Master's preferred tool and provided its user with the strength and vigor of three grown men.

Sascha leaned against a wall. Her heart pounding a million and her legs went soft with relief. She fell sitting on her backside, listening to the scandal and commotion made by the scuffle between the two men.

"You're crazy if you think this is over." The bastard yelled at him, Sascha pinched her ears. She didn't want to listen. "You are mine, do you hear me, Sascha? You're my wife and hell if you won't come back to me, who else would want a waste of a woman like you? "

Her low blow dug with the ease of a dagger between her ribs. She flinched and tears threatened to leak out of her.

"Who else but I would love you? Would I wish you? " She heard the distinctive sound of meat against meat. Sheamus must have hit the jerk.

A little voice full of madness whispered in her mind that someone else had wanted her, even if she only went for a single night and wasn't even human, but someone else had wanted her. Even if she didn't know what to think concerning him. Sascha couldn't deny that the pleasure she felt in the monster's clutches far surpassed any other.

Footsteps approached.

"Did he hurt you?" the old man crouched before her.

He denied it with his head.

"Do you think I should have pretended not to know anything?" she asked, more out of knowing her mentor's thoughts than anything else.

"Hell no." Sascha jerked her head up and met her master's cheerful gaze. "The way I see it, you should have given him the proverbial kick years ago."

Sascha hiccupped a sob, why the hell was she feeling so emotional? Was it her because of the adrenaline rush? The old man stroked her hair awkwardly and with a fatherly attitude.

"I guess I was the laughingstock of the town, right?" she felt him shake his head.

"Most just felt sorry for the way you were treated," she snorted, and when she continued her tone was self-recriminating. "If she knew of the Mother Priestess's plans for you, she would never have let you marry those idiots."

Sascha smiled.

"Do not blame yourself. I was the only idiot to accept. " The old man did not deny it. Silently he agreed. She had been too young and stupid and in need of affection to know what she was doing.

Sascha staggered to her feet with the help of her teacher, they were climbing to the second floor when a sudden idea made her stop.

"I have no home and my things are still on the farm." Sheamus gave her a light slap and urged her to keep walking.

"You have your job and your cubicle, and as for your things I will go through them later."

"But..."

"Be quiet." Sascha was silent, feeling surprised. "Listen to me Sascha, you better not leave the Apothecary for now. At least until James calms down, okay? James does not behave normally when it comes to you, that obsession with you can be dangerous. "

Goosebumps covered her arms and Sascha nodded in agreement, because ... What else could she do?