Chapter 115: The thirteenth prince
’Sacrifice?’
Hex became warry when he heard the Witch. Although he knew he couldn’t trust his Witch mother, her words resurfaced his skepticism towards the baron’s plan and intentions.
He believed wholeheartedly that the baron could have stopped some of the tragedy of Grindeston. But he hadn’t.
Hex knew the Witch’s resurrection occurred with the baron’s silent consent. The baroness had confirmed that. For that, he had willingly put the people at the castle at risk. If he could do all that who was to say that he wouldn’t sacrifice Hex to kill his hated foe and free his beloved?
’You are not the object of the sacrifice,’ the baroness said, seemingly understanding his thoughts. ’Opening the door requires a sacrifice worth a soul. And not just any soul. It should be Blessed soul.’
’I am a Blessed,’ Hex thought defiantly.
"I know’, replied his mother. ’But based on your story, I don’t think your sacrifice will matter to the baron, diminishing your worth in Heaven’s scale.’
Before Hex could understand what she meant by that, the dark clouds formed again in the sky.
"If you think I will allow you to lock me up, you are mistaken, Mikhael." Hex heard the Witch cackle. Immediately after shouting, she dove towards Hex.
Hex tried to remain calm. The wheels in his spun rapidly, trying to think how to defend himself. He saw the baron behind the Witch but would he come to his rescue?
As he looked around to see if he had anything near him, his eyes fell on the golden glow in the corner.