Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates
Chapter 609-A Sacrifice

Chapter 609: 609-A Sacrifice

Kaye:

"We’ve put him in the same cage we built for Maximus. And, umm, Maximus informed everyone not to return. Also, do we need to change his clothes? What if he wakes up in the middle, and since he doesn’t remember us, the animal in him thinks—" I was yapping from a distance before I even entered Emmet’s room to see Norman.

However, I found Norman on his knees, going through paper after paper.

"What are you doing? And what is all this mess?" I asked Norman, who slowly turned to me with red eyes. I could see tears.

This was serious because Norman was usually the one who kept himself together.

"Norman! What you got in your hand? What is that?" I knelt down and grabbed a paper from his hand. My eyes widened in slow motion when I read the words written.

"What the fuck is this?" I gasped, grabbing more papers from the ground. The writing was frantic, something Emmet would’ve written after he forgot everything.

But the words were clear. It asked for Helanie’s sacrifice to bring back Azura.

"Maybe Emmet didn’t write it," I placed my hand on Norman’s shoulder to comfort him, though I was freaking out too.

"She is pregnant with my child," Norman muttered, and a helpless tear rolled down his cheek.

"Norman," I couldn’t bring myself to lie to him and say Emmet didn’t write it. It wouldn’t make sense. Azura was Emmet’s girlfriend, who else could have wanted her back?

The fact that Emmet wrote about a well, and that the same night Helanie went missing Emmet wasn’t around either, just made it all make sense.

"He probably didn’t even remember Helanie when he wrote that," I tried to reason, and Norman nodded, sniffling.

"I know. I know he forgot, and that’s why this happened. But either way, Helanie didn’t deserve this. She shouldn’t have been caught up in this mess, suffering because of our curses," Norman finally said the words we hadn’t been able to speak out loud.

"I’m sure Emmet didn’t do it. He might’ve written it all down, but I don’t think—" I couldn’t lie anymore. He very possibly could have done it because he forgot about Helanie.

He even attacked us and many innocent people at the bar. To him, Helanie might be no one—just a way to get back his lost love.

"Wait! this well. We need to find it. Maybe Helanie is there? Hiding from him? Maybe she’s fine. The baby has to be fine too. We must not waste any more time," I patted Norman’s back, and only then did he get to his feet.

He had always been there for us, and to see him so broken made me feel guilty. As he kept rubbing his chest, I knew one of his heartbeats was struggling.

"Is it because of Emmet?" I asked, and he nodded his head.

"The pain I felt for Maximus was nothing compared to this. Not only is my brother in pain, but he might be the reason my mate is missing," Norman said through clenched teeth but not from anger. It was because he was hurting and wanted to keep his voice steady.

"Where are we heading?" I asked as I followed him to the basement, wondering what he was up to.

"I have to ask Emmet where this well is. The one he keeps mentioning," Norman said, making me scratch the back of my neck.

"I don’t think he can talk. I don’t think he’ll remember," I pouted behind him but still followed. He needed this.

He needed someone to believe in him that he’d be able to find Helanie soon. However, how much of that could really be trusted was up for debate.

We reached the cage, and Emmet was passed out on the bed like he was just sleeping. His hands were tied in chains.

My eyes lingered on him for a moment before shifting to Maximus. He had the same look on his face as I did while watching Emmet lie there.

It had been Maximus first, then Emmet, and soon, it would be me. We shared a very sad glance before looking at Norman.

But when Norman ends up in that bed, he won’t be chained. He won’t be forced. We’ll be crying, wondering why he won’t get up, instead of trying to keep him in bed.

"He found something in Emmet’s room that could lead us to where Helanie might be," I started, since Norman was just staring at Emmet, unable to move a muscle.

"What is it?" Maximus already looked concerned. It was strange to find any clue about Helanie in Emmet’s room.

"This," I held the paper out and showed it to Maximus, who had the same reaction as I did. His eyes widened, and a gulp went down his throat.

"You mean Emmet?" he whispered, and I closed my eyes slowly, giving him a silent answer. He closed his eyes too and clenched his fists.

"How are we going to get him to talk?" I asked, and Maximus replied.

"What do we need him for? I mean, we know he only did something because he forgot," Maximus seemed confused.

"We have to find out where this well is, or it’ll be too late," I told Maximus, who started shaking his head. His look said he didn’t want us talking to Emmet.

"You don’t need to speak with him for that. I know the well and where it is. But I don’t know why we are talking about it. It’s a dry well, nothing special about it," Maximus said.

As soon as he did, Norman turned to him.

"Take me there," Norman demanded, rushing ahead.

"How do you know?" I whispered to Maximus, asking him in a low voice.

"In the days when Emmet started acting strange, I followed him to this well once. I didn’t think much of it at the time," Maximus said.

His words confirmed that Emmet had planned something involving Helanie. But did he really, if he didn’t even remember who we were?