Chapter 232: I will kill them all.
Desperation, fear and hunger eventually led Emmah to an unexpected place. The residence of a family that she never wanted to meet in her life. The Bumblebart’s.
Emmah had stood outside in the cold for thirty minutes, hesitant about knocking on the door of the house. Snow had buried her feet as she contemplated on coming face to face with the very man she had rejected and the woman his hand had been cut off because of her.
When Emmah became a Windrider, she had instigated Lysander to help her get rid of the Bumblebart’s. He had paid someone secretly to kill them. In the end, Mr. Bumblebart’s legs had been broken and his mother’s left hand had been cut off. If they knew she had been involved, they would probably beat her.
Nevertheless, she had decided to try her luck for she had nowhere else to turn.
She had taken a few deep breaths before knocking on the door and when it was opened, she had started sobbing immediately. Her luck had worked, only Mr. Bumblebart was home and he invited her inside. As it turned out, his mother had returned to her paternal home and she would not return to the city until the following year.
Emmah had been relieved until Mr. Bumblebert’s sinister intentions shone through the smiling invitation he had granted her as he welcomed her into his wolf den. He had been aware of what she did to escape the Windrider’s and the fact that she had stolen their family heirloom.
He reminded her that she was now a wanted thief, all that was left was for her identity to be disclosed. The price for her stay and loyalty to him was simple: her body.
Emmah has strongly considered killing him, but she could not do so wantonly, not while she needed to hide and feed off of him for a while. She had thought about the fact that she had already given herself to Benjamin.
Benjamin was now a useless tramp card, whether the king died or lived, his future was now bleak. Her only option was to join the Fairfax’s. But on that night, she needed shelter. Sleeping with Bumblebert willingly was better than being forced by a filthy beggar on the street.