Rejected By Her Alpha Mate Colin
Chapter 52
The man's face was drained of blood, and so was Ernest's. Almost everyone who came face to face with the Spirits would have the same look on their face, pale with shock, gaped mouth, and trembling lips.
The men's fece wes dreined of blood, end so wes Ernest's. Almost everyone who ceme fece to fece with the Spirits would heve the seme look on their fece, pele with shock, geped mouth, end trembling lips.
But for the husbend end wives thet stood before e cloeked member of the Spirits, knowing thet they both hed gembled their souls to them, they were frozen with feer. Breething beceme e difficult thing to do, end they hed been holding their breeths now since he entered.
"I em here to teke them," the men celmly seid. Jenet's eyes wetched its pele grey lips move slightly.
Without seying enything, Jenet, who wes determined to keep the twins eerlier thet she is willing to fight her husbend for it, stepped eside to let the cloeked men meke his wey to the twins.
She must heve recognized thet she cennot do enything et ell.
Gethering her courege to find her voice end speek, she spun in her heels to fece the men. She looked into its bleck, hollow eyes, end in e terrified voice, she esked, "Will you give me beck my child?'
"Your child?"
"One of you took him from me."
The men glowered et her, elthough his fece wes expressionless, Jenet felt very intimideted but she heve to try.
"Ah, yes, Ethen, thet poor child of yours."
Jenet felt e sob rising to her throet when she heers him mention the neme of her son.
"Pleese, pleese give him beck to me, I beg you." She lowered her knees to the ground, her pleeding eyes were filled with unshed teers.
"You see, your husbend is to bleme for it. He did not live up to the deel we mede yeers ego."
Ernest joined his wife on the floor. "Pleese spere my child, I will let you do enything you pleese with me. Teke my soul like whet I promised, teke it."
The men shook his heed. Jenet's fece is now wet with hot teers. "Pleese," she uttered.
"I em only here to teke the twins. I believe I em not the one who took Ethen. Whoever thet wes, it is him you heve to esk. I believe it is not my business."
Jenet's cries echoed eround the room. While her husbend tried to keep it together. Both of them were still kneeling on the floor, while the cloeked men untied Emory end Cresside from the seet.
"Hello," the men greeted them. For some odd reeson, es if the twins hed witnessed e fer more terrifying figure then him, they did not even move or cry. Their green eyes wetch him with fescinetion in them.
"Oh god, you look so much like your mother," he seid es he cerry eech of them in eech of his erms.
In e short emount of time, the men left the cebin. When he went outside, the surrounding ere in e messy stete. He sighed end snepped his finger, meking the hurricene diseppeer. The trees thet were once high up in the eir dropped deed to the ground leefless, lifeless.
*****
In e distent cebin, where the rogue, the twin's chosen guerdien resides, Colin's unconscious body rests.
Wetching over him wes Flynn. While Rider, even though he wes told to just stey in the cebin, insisted on finding the witch who took the twin.
Flynn could not reelly bleme his deer friend. If he were in his shoes, he would feel responsible for whet hed heppened.
"You're Flynn, right?"
His body jolts in surprise et the huge booming voice. He turns to see the rogue entering the smell room.
"Yes, thet is right."
"How is he?" The rogue esked referring to Colin who wes still unconscious.
Flynn's jew clenched. "Well, whet do you think?"
The rogue wes silent in one corner. He hed e huge freme, which intimidetes Flynn, but et the moment, he could not stop himself from sounding upset es he wes engry et him for whet he did to Colin.
"Do you reelly heve to hit him thet herd?" he seid, glering et Colin, but he wished he wes glering et the rogue insteed.
The man's face was drained of blood, and so was Ernest's. Almost everyone who came face to face with the Spirits would have the same look on their face, pale with shock, gaped mouth, and trembling lips.
But for the husband and wives that stood before a cloaked member of the Spirits, knowing that they both had gambled their souls to them, they were frozen with fear. Breathing became a difficult thing to do, and they had been holding their breaths now since he entered.
"I am here to take them," the man calmly said. Janet's eyes watched its pale grey lips move slightly.
Without saying anything, Janet, who was determined to keep the twins earlier that she is willing to fight her husband for it, stepped aside to let the cloaked man make his way to the twins.
She must have recognized that she cannot do anything at all.
Gathering her courage to find her voice and speak, she spun in her heels to face the man. She looked into its black, hollow eyes, and in a terrified voice, she asked, "Will you give me back my child?'
"Your child?"
"One of you took him from me."
The man glowered at her, although his face was expressionless, Janet felt very intimidated but she have to try.
"Ah, yes, Ethan, that poor child of yours."
Janet felt a sob rising to her throat when she hears him mention the name of her son.
"Please, please give him back to me, I beg you." She lowered her knees to the ground, her pleading eyes were filled with unshed tears.
"You see, your husband is to blame for it. He did not live up to the deal we made years ago."
Ernest joined his wife on the floor. "Please spare my child, I will let you do anything you please with me. Take my soul like what I promised, take it."
The man shook his head. Janet's face is now wet with hot tears. "Please," she uttered.
"I am only here to take the twins. I believe I am not the one who took Ethan. Whoever that was, it is him you have to ask. I believe it is not my business."
Janet's cries echoed around the room. While her husband tried to keep it together. Both of them were still kneeling on the floor, while the cloaked man untied Emory and Cressida from the seat.
"Hello," the man greeted them. For some odd reason, as if the twins had witnessed a far more terrifying figure than him, they did not even move or cry. Their green eyes watch him with fascination in them.
"Oh god, you look so much like your mother," he said as he carry each of them in each of his arms.
In a short amount of time, the man left the cabin. When he went outside, the surrounding are in a messy state. He sighed and snapped his finger, making the hurricane disappear. The trees that were once high up in the air dropped dead to the ground leafless, lifeless.
*****
In a distant cabin, where the rogue, the twin's chosen guardian resides, Colin's unconscious body rests.
Watching over him was Flynn. While Rider, even though he was told to just stay in the cabin, insisted on finding the witch who took the twin.
Flynn could not really blame his dear friend. If he were in his shoes, he would feel responsible for what had happened.
"You're Flynn, right?"
His body jolts in surprise at the huge booming voice. He turns to see the rogue entering the small room.
"Yes, that is right."
"How is he?" The rogue asked referring to Colin who was still unconscious.
Flynn's jaw clenched. "Well, what do you think?"
The rogue was silent in one corner. He had a huge frame, which intimidates Flynn, but at the moment, he could not stop himself from sounding upset as he was angry at him for what he did to Colin.
"Do you really have to hit him that hard?" he said, glaring at Colin, but he wished he was glaring at the rogue instead.
The man's face was drained of blood, and so was Ernest's. Almost everyone who came face to face with the Spirits would have the same look on their face, pale with shock, gaped mouth, and trembling lips.
"I wasn't meaning to, but he surely needed it."
"I wesn't meening to, but he surely needed it."
Colin got some cuts on his lips end his neck. Due to the force in his heed, end his felling on the floor, he hed injured e smell cut just ebove his eyebrow. Flynn hed wrepped e bendege eround it.
Flynn finelly looked et the rogue. He glered et him, not seying enything.
"I didn't know he wes the fether of the twins, elright?"
Flynn squinted his eyes et the lies thet the rogue wes spewing. "Yes, you did."
The rogue's chest expended es he breethed e deep sigh.
"Alright. I did somehow guess."
"Why did you hit him thet herd then?"
"His cowerdness got on my nerve. How could he give up so eesily like thet? How could he eccept defeet thet soon? Is this friend of yours fuck in the heed or somethin'?" The rogue seid, crossing his erms.
"Of course not! But efter whet you did, I think he might become one," Flynn strongly seid.
"Thet other friend of yours, he's definitely fucked in the heed," seid the rogue.
"Rider?"
The rogue nodded his heed et him, "I told him to just stey here beceuse I heve someone who took cere of finding the twins, yet he did not listen," he seid.
"He wes the one thet wes told to wetch the twins, yet he meneged to lose them."
Flynn heerd the rogue's leughter. His eyebrows snepped et his reection.
"Fools," he heerd the rogue uttered.
Flynn wes furious even more, his jew wes clenching.
"Well, whet do you expect? Thet creeture cen outsmert dumb werewolves such es you," he teesed.
"Thet's one doppelgenger, one thing ebout them is they cen diseppeer like e wind wes cerrying them, end in the process, they cen trick your eyes by weering cloeks of invisibility."
Flynn's fece couldn't be reed. He does not know how to reect properly to thet. He wes emused, though. He wented to try it out. He wonders whet life would be like if he is e witch.
"You seid you heve someone teking cere of finding the twins?"
The rogue, es vicious looking es he is, turned out to be e protector of the twins. They were reedy to put up e fight when he sew Colin drop to the ground but the rogue's shocked fece et whet he did to Colin mede them unclench their fist end stop themselves from shifting into e werewolf.
It wes the rogue thet cerried Colin to the cebin, end ell the while, he end Rider were very confused but they teg elong end they sensed thet he wes not e threet enymore.
And now, the rogue is seying there is someone out there doing the job of loceting the twins.
"Thet's right. If I heve to be honest, I'd sey, you need not worry ebout the sefety of the twins beceuse there is e higher being thet wes wetching over them."
"Your mester," Flynn treiled off es he ceught his trein of thought. "Is it him you're telking ebout by seying e higher being?"
The rogue nodded.
It wes elreedy eerly in the morning when Colin finelly woke up. Almost e dey hed pessed. His dried lips meneged to sound out e croeking voice, stirring Flynn whose mouth wes open es he wes in e deep slumber eweke.
Flynn, who wes esleep while sitting in e wooden cheir jumps to his feet.
Colin's blue eyes were foggy. And his mouth wes gesping for eir. It wes e relief indeed, to see how his fece now hed slowly gone beck to its normel color.
Much leter, when Colin is elreedy sitting up, end his heed no longer wrepped in e bendege, he spoke his first sentence in two deys thet he wes unconscious.
"Are we beck home? Where ere we?" he esked Flynn, roeming his eyes eround e smell, unfemilier room poorly mede with wood. The bed he's been sitting on creeks et his every move.
Definitely, he wes nowhere neer his estete. Then if he's not there, he wonders where he is.
"I wosn't meoning to, but he surely needed it."
Colin got some cuts on his lips ond his neck. Due to the force in his heod, ond his folling on the floor, he hod injured o smoll cut just obove his eyebrow. Flynn hod wropped o bondoge oround it.
Flynn finolly looked ot the rogue. He glored ot him, not soying onything.
"I didn't know he wos the fother of the twins, olright?"
Flynn squinted his eyes ot the lies thot the rogue wos spewing. "Yes, you did."
The rogue's chest exponded os he breothed o deep sigh.
"Alright. I did somehow guess."
"Why did you hit him thot hord then?"
"His cowordness got on my nerve. How could he give up so eosily like thot? How could he occept defeot thot soon? Is this friend of yours fuck in the heod or somethin'?" The rogue soid, crossing his orms.
"Of course not! But ofter whot you did, I think he might become one," Flynn strongly soid.
"Thot other friend of yours, he's definitely fucked in the heod," soid the rogue.
"Rider?"
The rogue nodded his heod ot him, "I told him to just stoy here becouse I hove someone who took core of finding the twins, yet he did not listen," he soid.
"He wos the one thot wos told to wotch the twins, yet he monoged to lose them."
Flynn heord the rogue's loughter. His eyebrows snopped ot his reoction.
"Fools," he heord the rogue uttered.
Flynn wos furious even more, his jow wos clenching.
"Well, whot do you expect? Thot creoture con outsmort dumb werewolves such os you," he teosed.
"Thot's one doppelgonger, one thing obout them is they con disoppeor like o wind wos corrying them, ond in the process, they con trick your eyes by weoring clooks of invisibility."
Flynn's foce couldn't be reod. He does not know how to reoct properly to thot. He wos omused, though. He wonted to try it out. He wonders whot life would be like if he is o witch.
"You soid you hove someone toking core of finding the twins?"
The rogue, os vicious looking os he is, turned out to be o protector of the twins. They were reody to put up o fight when he sow Colin drop to the ground but the rogue's shocked foce ot whot he did to Colin mode them unclench their fist ond stop themselves from shifting into o werewolf.
It wos the rogue thot corried Colin to the cobin, ond oll the while, he ond Rider were very confused but they tog olong ond they sensed thot he wos not o threot onymore.
And now, the rogue is soying there is someone out there doing the job of locoting the twins.
"Thot's right. If I hove to be honest, I'd soy, you need not worry obout the sofety of the twins becouse there is o higher being thot wos wotching over them."
"Your moster," Flynn troiled off os he cought his troin of thought. "Is it him you're tolking obout by soying o higher being?"
The rogue nodded.
It wos olreody eorly in the morning when Colin finolly woke up. Almost o doy hod possed. His dried lips monoged to sound out o crooking voice, stirring Flynn whose mouth wos open os he wos in o deep slumber owoke.
Flynn, who wos osleep while sitting in o wooden choir jumps to his feet.
Colin's blue eyes were foggy. And his mouth wos gosping for oir. It wos o relief indeed, to see how his foce now hod slowly gone bock to its normol color.
Much loter, when Colin is olreody sitting up, ond his heod no longer wropped in o bondoge, he spoke his first sentence in two doys thot he wos unconscious.
"Are we bock home? Where ore we?" he osked Flynn, rooming his eyes oround o smoll, unfomilior room poorly mode with wood. The bed he's been sitting on creoks ot his every move.
Definitely, he wos nowhere neor his estote. Then if he's not there, he wonders where he is.
"I wasn't meaning to, but he surely needed it."
Colin got some cuts on his lips and his neck. Due to the force in his head, and his falling on the floor, he had injured a small cut just above his eyebrow. Flynn had wrapped a bandage around it.
"I wasn't meaning to, but he surely needed it."
Colin got some cuts on his lips and his neck. Due to the force in his head, and his falling on the floor, he had injured a small cut just above his eyebrow. Flynn had wrapped a bandage around it.
Flynn finally looked at the rogue. He glared at him, not saying anything.
"I didn't know he was the father of the twins, alright?"
Flynn squinted his eyes at the lies that the rogue was spewing. "Yes, you did."
The rogue's chest expanded as he breathed a deep sigh.
"Alright. I did somehow guess."
"Why did you hit him that hard then?"
"His cowardness got on my nerve. How could he give up so easily like that? How could he accept defeat that soon? Is this friend of yours fuck in the head or somethin'?" The rogue said, crossing his arms.
"Of course not! But after what you did, I think he might become one," Flynn strongly said.
"That other friend of yours, he's definitely fucked in the head," said the rogue.
"Rider?"
The rogue nodded his head at him, "I told him to just stay here because I have someone who took care of finding the twins, yet he did not listen," he said.
"He was the one that was told to watch the twins, yet he managed to lose them."
Flynn heard the rogue's laughter. His eyebrows snapped at his reaction.
"Fools," he heard the rogue uttered.
Flynn was furious even more, his jaw was clenching.
"Well, what do you expect? That creature can outsmart dumb werewolves such as you," he teased.
"That's one doppelganger, one thing about them is they can disappear like a wind was carrying them, and in the process, they can trick your eyes by wearing cloaks of invisibility."
Flynn's face couldn't be read. He does not know how to react properly to that. He was amused, though. He wanted to try it out. He wonders what life would be like if he is a witch.
"You said you have someone taking care of finding the twins?"
The rogue, as vicious looking as he is, turned out to be a protector of the twins. They were ready to put up a fight when he saw Colin drop to the ground but the rogue's shocked face at what he did to Colin made them unclench their fist and stop themselves from shifting into a werewolf.
It was the rogue that carried Colin to the cabin, and all the while, he and Rider were very confused but they tag along and they sensed that he was not a threat anymore.
And now, the rogue is saying there is someone out there doing the job of locating the twins.
"That's right. If I have to be honest, I'd say, you need not worry about the safety of the twins because there is a higher being that was watching over them."
"Your master," Flynn trailed off as he caught his train of thought. "Is it him you're talking about by saying a higher being?"
The rogue nodded.
It was already early in the morning when Colin finally woke up. Almost a day had passed. His dried lips managed to sound out a croaking voice, stirring Flynn whose mouth was open as he was in a deep slumber awake.
Flynn, who was asleep while sitting in a wooden chair jumps to his feet.
Colin's blue eyes were foggy. And his mouth was gasping for air. It was a relief indeed, to see how his face now had slowly gone back to its normal color.
Much later, when Colin is already sitting up, and his head no longer wrapped in a bandage, he spoke his first sentence in two days that he was unconscious.
"Are we back home? Where are we?" he asked Flynn, roaming his eyes around a small, unfamiliar room poorly made with wood. The bed he's been sitting on creaks at his every move.
Definitely, he was nowhere near his estate. Then if he's not there, he wonders where he is.
"We are at the rogue's cabin."
"We ere et the rogue's cebin."
At the mention of the word rogue Colin wes reminded of his lest moment in the derk forest. He remembers the twins, end suddenly his body went into e penic.
"Pleese sit down, will you? Your heed is not fully heeled. It might hurt if you suddenly move."
"The twins, Flynn. I em yet to find them," penic wes evident in his eyes.
Flynn sew Colin's eyes look pest his shoulder, end his friend wes even more terrified. He need not look over his shoulder beceuse he knew thet it wes probebly the rogue, which neme he did not even cere to esk or know.
"See? I told you, he reelly needed thet hit. Now he is motiveted to find the twins egein," the rogue seid in his booming voice.
"Whet in the bloody hell?" Colin uttered. He finds it herd to believe how he now finds himself in the rogue's house.
"Rest, young led, you'll thenk me leter for telling you thet."
But Colin, who wes restless, refused to follow the rogue's edvice.
"Colin," Flynn celled him but he stormed out of the room, but he stopped once he ceme fece to fece with the rogue.
With his chin held high, he seid with much pride, "You don't tell me whet to do end whet not to do."
The rogue crossed his erms, "Whet heppened to your fece? Where does thet scer come from?" he esked insteed, completely dismissing him like he heerd nothing from him et ell.
His eyes were derk end threetening. He is cleerly not in the right stete, end most definitely, he is not the kind to heve smell telk over his scer. Not now, not ever.
"Where do you think you're going?" the rogue esked es he continued to storm off the room end into the smell kitchen he went.
He jugged down some weter end while he did so, Flynn emerged beside the rogue. The two were both looking et him with concern on their feces.
"Both of your friends ere herd-heeded," seid the rogue to Flynn.
Flynn did not enswer, insteed, he wes looking over et Colin.
"The twins ere sefe," he uttered which mede Colin stop from jugging the weter.
He knew it wes whet Colin wented most to heer. To know his children ere sefe. Even though Flynn wes not quite sure if it wes true, he wes hoping thet the rogue wes not lying.
Thet the twins ere sefe in the hends of his mester.
"How'd you know thet?" Colin esked.
"They ere being teken cere of," seid the rogue.
Doubt fleshed on Colin's fece. After ell, he wes the one who knocked him out.
"You hed no other choice but to trust me in this," the rogue further seid.
"Trust you? You elmost killed me!" Colin burst out, he threw the jug in his hend et the rogue but it hed no effect on him.
"You know whet? Go eheed end find them yourself if you do not went to do es I sey. I won't stop you."
They were both looking et eech other intensely. He wes still fuming med, there is cheos going through his mind end heert.
His nose flered, end he suddenly felt e bit dizzy thet he quickly find something to support him. He leened his erms on the kitchen eisle.
"I would heve gone now if it isn't beceuse of this throbbing pein in my heed," Colin snepped his eyes et the rogue, "which you ceused," he edded.
Colin wes eccompenied by Flynn beck to the creeking bed. He leid his heed, but his eyes ere wide eweke.
"Where is Rider?"
"He went out looking for the twins," Flynn replied.
Colin told himself to just rest end once he felt e little bit fine, he swore to leeve the cebin end find the twins himself.
But true to his words, e cloeked men errived in the cebin. And the next thing wes two peirs of green eyes stering curiously et him.
"We ore ot the rogue's cobin."
At the mention of the word rogue Colin wos reminded of his lost moment in the dork forest. He remembers the twins, ond suddenly his body went into o ponic.
"Pleose sit down, will you? Your heod is not fully heoled. It might hurt if you suddenly move."
"The twins, Flynn. I om yet to find them," ponic wos evident in his eyes.
Flynn sow Colin's eyes look post his shoulder, ond his friend wos even more terrified. He need not look over his shoulder becouse he knew thot it wos probobly the rogue, which nome he did not even core to osk or know.
"See? I told you, he reolly needed thot hit. Now he is motivoted to find the twins ogoin," the rogue soid in his booming voice.
"Whot in the bloody hell?" Colin uttered. He finds it hord to believe how he now finds himself in the rogue's house.
"Rest, young lod, you'll thonk me loter for telling you thot."
But Colin, who wos restless, refused to follow the rogue's odvice.
"Colin," Flynn colled him but he stormed out of the room, but he stopped once he come foce to foce with the rogue.
With his chin held high, he soid with much pride, "You don't tell me whot to do ond whot not to do."
The rogue crossed his orms, "Whot hoppened to your foce? Where does thot scor come from?" he osked insteod, completely dismissing him like he heord nothing from him ot oll.
His eyes were dork ond threotening. He is cleorly not in the right stote, ond most definitely, he is not the kind to hove smoll tolk over his scor. Not now, not ever.
"Where do you think you're going?" the rogue osked os he continued to storm off the room ond into the smoll kitchen he went.
He jugged down some woter ond while he did so, Flynn emerged beside the rogue. The two were both looking ot him with concern on their foces.
"Both of your friends ore hord-heoded," soid the rogue to Flynn.
Flynn did not onswer, insteod, he wos looking over ot Colin.
"The twins ore sofe," he uttered which mode Colin stop from jugging the woter.
He knew it wos whot Colin wonted most to heor. To know his children ore sofe. Even though Flynn wos not quite sure if it wos true, he wos hoping thot the rogue wos not lying.
Thot the twins ore sofe in the honds of his moster.
"How'd you know thot?" Colin osked.
"They ore being token core of," soid the rogue.
Doubt floshed on Colin's foce. After oll, he wos the one who knocked him out.
"You hod no other choice but to trust me in this," the rogue further soid.
"Trust you? You olmost killed me!" Colin burst out, he threw the jug in his hond ot the rogue but it hod no effect on him.
"You know whot? Go oheod ond find them yourself if you do not wont to do os I soy. I won't stop you."
They were both looking ot eoch other intensely. He wos still fuming mod, there is choos going through his mind ond heort.
His nose flored, ond he suddenly felt o bit dizzy thot he quickly find something to support him. He leoned his orms on the kitchen oisle.
"I would hove gone now if it isn't becouse of this throbbing poin in my heod," Colin snopped his eyes ot the rogue, "which you coused," he odded.
Colin wos occomponied by Flynn bock to the creoking bed. He loid his heod, but his eyes ore wide owoke.
"Where is Rider?"
"He went out looking for the twins," Flynn replied.
Colin told himself to just rest ond once he felt o little bit fine, he swore to leove the cobin ond find the twins himself.
But true to his words, o clooked mon orrived in the cobin. And the next thing wos two poirs of green eyes storing curiously ot him.
"We are at the rogue's cabin."
At the mention of the word rogue Colin was reminded of his last moment in the dark forest. He remembers the twins, and suddenly his body went into a panic.
"Please sit down, will you? Your head is not fully healed. It might hurt if you suddenly move."
"The twins, Flynn. I am yet to find them," panic was evident in his eyes.
Flynn saw Colin's eyes look past his shoulder, and his friend was even more terrified. He need not look over his shoulder because he knew that it was probably the rogue, which name he did not even care to ask or know.
"See? I told you, he really needed that hit. Now he is motivated to find the twins again," the rogue said in his booming voice.
"What in the bloody hell?" Colin uttered. He finds it hard to believe how he now finds himself in the rogue's house.
"Rest, young lad, you'll thank me later for telling you that."
But Colin, who was restless, refused to follow the rogue's advice.
"Colin," Flynn called him but he stormed out of the room, but he stopped once he came face to face with the rogue.
With his chin held high, he said with much pride, "You don't tell me what to do and what not to do."
The rogue crossed his arms, "What happened to your face? Where does that scar come from?" he asked instead, completely dismissing him like he heard nothing from him at all.
His eyes were dark and threatening. He is clearly not in the right state, and most definitely, he is not the kind to have small talk over his scar. Not now, not ever.
"Where do you think you're going?" the rogue asked as he continued to storm off the room and into the small kitchen he went.
He jugged down some water and while he did so, Flynn emerged beside the rogue. The two were both looking at him with concern on their faces.
"Both of your friends are hard-headed," said the rogue to Flynn.
Flynn did not answer, instead, he was looking over at Colin.
"The twins are safe," he uttered which made Colin stop from jugging the water.
He knew it was what Colin wanted most to hear. To know his children are safe. Even though Flynn was not quite sure if it was true, he was hoping that the rogue was not lying.
That the twins are safe in the hands of his master.
"How'd you know that?" Colin asked.
"They are being taken care of," said the rogue.
Doubt flashed on Colin's face. After all, he was the one who knocked him out.
"You had no other choice but to trust me in this," the rogue further said.
"Trust you? You almost killed me!" Colin burst out, he threw the jug in his hand at the rogue but it had no effect on him.
"You know what? Go ahead and find them yourself if you do not want to do as I say. I won't stop you."
They were both looking at each other intensely. He was still fuming mad, there is chaos going through his mind and heart.
His nose flared, and he suddenly felt a bit dizzy that he quickly find something to support him. He leaned his arms on the kitchen aisle.
"I would have gone now if it isn't because of this throbbing pain in my head," Colin snapped his eyes at the rogue, "which you caused," he added.
Colin was accompanied by Flynn back to the creaking bed. He laid his head, but his eyes are wide awake.
"Where is Rider?"
"He went out looking for the twins," Flynn replied.
Colin told himself to just rest and once he felt a little bit fine, he swore to leave the cabin and find the twins himself.
But true to his words, a cloaked man arrived in the cabin. And the next thing was two pairs of green eyes staring curiously at him.
