The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 255: The Best Lies

Chapter 255: The Best Lies

ZINA

It was only one thing that fueled Zina, and that was thinking of the different ways she would catch the man responsible for straining her relationship with Daemon.

The same man that cut off another man’s tongue, the same man that managed to steal ten million grams of gold from Alpha Prince Garuk and was currently responsible for the imprisonment of the said prince, and the same who had audaciously demanded that Zina be sent to him in exchange for the money.

It was safe to say that she would give anything to catch that man at point, as long as it meant she would be able to breathe easier and live easier.

She didn’t understand the reasons behind his tenaciousness, nor the reasons behind his morbid obsession of her. But Zina was already eager to be done.

Malik Zorch, already recovered from her shock over Zina’s words spoke from outside the carriage. "Theta, of what you say is the case, that is all the more reason why we should immediately return to the palace."

Zina, annoyed more than ever drew the window of the carriage open, narrowing her eyes at the tenacious woman.

"It’s one man, surely you’re not scared that thirty of you cannot handle just one of him."

"We’re not sure if that’s the case. He might have accomplices, and even if it’s just him, we still must always keep our guard up."

"In that case create a rigid barricade around the carriage," Zina said stoically, her eyes on Fionna who was now approaching them. "I am sure he will not be able to jump past you to get to me."

And without waiting for the woman’s nagging that was sure to come, she slammed the window shut.

She heard a bit of commotion outside as Malik searched Fionna of any weapon before the other woman was allowed in the carriage. When Fionna sat down across her, a faint, sour smell greeted Zina’s nostrils.

She scrunched her nose as the smell threatened to trigger a sneeze or two out of her. "What is that smell?"

Fionna, strands off her brown hair escaping her ponytail narrowed her eyes in response. "Your people doused me with Wolfsbane powder. I will not be able to shift nor fight for the matter for at least the next one hour."

Despite the fact that she had been hard on Malik throughout that night, she knew the woman was doing her job and excellently at that, so she choose not comment on that.

"Do you know what the next stage of the tournament will be?" Fionna asked while crossing her legs casually.

Zina narrowed her eyes at her. "That is not why I’ve called. And I’ve told you before, his majesty doesn’t share such information with me. I can only help you by predicting his mind and helping you in whatever little way I can."

"So why have you called me since you don’t have information that I might need."

Zina felt like Fionna was being deliberately evasive, almost as if she was trying to talk meaninglessly so as to take Zina’s mind off what she actually wanted to say.

"And why are you being so flighty? Surely you do not know anything about the dead Red Sister?" She asked instead, pretending to believe that Fionna had nothing to do with the deceased Red Sister when that was hardly the case.

Zina didn’t believe a word of what Fionna had said that night about not knowing a thing of what happened to the Sword Red Hand. And the fact that the Sighter was corroborating her only seemed weirder.

Fionna seemed to be observing her for some time as if debating on what to say. Then finally, she spoke.

"The Sword Red Hand was sent to declare me a traitor to the organization."

Zina stiffened. Eyeing Fionna warily, she asked. "And then what happened?"

Fionna shrugged nonchalantly. "Well she did declare me a traitor. But as you know, I had a mission to fulfill in the tournament so I escaped from her knowing that we are evenly matched in strength and I couldn’t defeat her if it came to fighting it out..."

"So?"

"Well, I was concentrating on the tournament. We managed to find four items, with the help of the man that you so recommended Thera. And this night, the Red Sisters caused a ruckus at the inn I’m staying at, demanding that I followed them to the crime scene. I did follow them, only to realize that the Sword Red Hand was dead."

"You’re lying." Zina said, shaking her head in disbelief. Fionna’s were worded just right, as if she had recited it over and over again for the perfect ears to hear them. Her words did sound true, but then again, most truths were usually the best lies.

"I have nothing more to say to you then?"

Zina shut her eyes in exasperation, and then she whispered. "If you fear anyone hearing us, that I understand. But I must know who is the man that moved that body."

Fionna’s expression colored with hurt and dejection, but Zina ignored it knowing that she was seating across of the best trained undercover woman in the GreenLands. The very same person who had taken down Madlea Sofyr who was once the head of the rogues.

"You hurt me, Zina. Besides, how are you so sure that it’s a man that moved the body? It could be a woman, no?" Fionna muttered, eyes gleaming with something Zina herself couldn’t quite understand.

Ignoring Fionna’s attempt to sound het out instead, Zina inquired. "I hear that at the Red Sisters palace, girls are trained in the heart of regulating the heart beat and facial expressions when telling the most exquisite lies."

Fionna stiffened, eyes flaming with scorched anger. "If that’s all then I will be taking my leave."

"Do not protect him," Zina added desperately, "whoever this person is, do not protect him. Your chance to stand as one of Daemon’s person, your chance to vie for your freedom will come to naught if he ever finds that you’re in this with whoever this man is. It is one thing to kill the Red Sister, that can be forgiven as self defense and murder in combat. But conniving with the very man that moved that body will be unforgivable."

The stealth in Zina’s voice did nothing to resolve the determination in Fionna’s. In a low voice, the other woman spoke.

"Perhaps being at such a high position has made you forgotten Zina. But people like us don’t fight for a bright future. No, instead we struggle to not be engulfed by the flames that trail after us where ever we go to. Often times than not, our struggles are mistaken for us fighting for a nonexistent future."

"So you do know the man?" Zina inquired harshly.

Fionna shook her head rigidly, her somber expression gone with the wind. "Of all the things you’ve said tonight Theta, I’ve no inking of. I shall now bid you farewell and wish you luck on whatever it is that you’re searching for and can’t speak of at the same time."

And with that, Fionna jumped off her carriage, but the sour smell of the Wolfsbane powder lingered inside like the promise of all things doomsday.

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