Chapter 203: She Needed Someone
(Third Person).
"I could have had any daughter," Reginald spat. "And I ended up with a coward who can’t even eliminate a girl that’s already on the brink of death."
Wanda’s fingers dug into the fabric of her skirt, her nails threatening to tear through the seams. Still, she said nothing. No matter how hurt she was by her father’s words.
"Listen to me carefully, Wanda," Reginald growled. "I put you there for a reason. And if you’ve failed me, I will not hesitate to clean up the mess myself. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Father," she replied quietly.
"What about Draven?" he snapped. "What progress has he made in Duskmoor? What has he been up to, exactly?"
Wanda hesitated, clenching and unclenching her fists. Draven had warned her and the others long ago—sternly—that none of the information about the humans or the brewing tension in Duskmoor was to be shared with anyone, not even the council.
The weight of that warning still sat heavy in her memory. And yet her father was a man whose rage could level her entire world.
It was obvious that she feared her father more than she did Draven. Because, unlike Draven, her father was capable of ending her life in mere seconds without batting an eye, and without considering their blood relationship.
Her father was that cruel.
Swallowing her fear, she silently mouthed an apology to Draven. Then she spoke.
"He’s... he’s been working quietly," she began, voice low. "There’s a suspicion that the humans are experimenting on our kind. There’s a facility—an underground lab hidden somewhere in Duskmoor."