Loving Ashlynn (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 46 - Burn (Ansel Conrad POV) Pt.5

Chapter 46 – Burn (Ansel Conrad POV) Pt.5

If there is one thing that I've learned it is that when searching for the truth you need to look past all the noise that comes with the bottom line.

"She murdered her! She murdered her!"

While some people wanted the truth to get them out of precarious situations, others used it as a shelter. Cynthia, I had absolutely no words when it came to her. In all honesty the only person I was concerned about was my brother Danny.

"You said that your mother bound her to Bend, to herself, she couldn't die! If she died then that girl she did something to our baby!" I frowned in that moment looking at Danny.

Please tell me he is not aware of what Lydia was going to do? I think a bit panicked and taken by surprise.

Since when did he let his children practice magic?

Ignoring the babblings coming from Cynthia, I keep my eyes on Danny. Even without what I was telling him now, Danny didn't look well. Haggard and falling apart came to mind. Although, after the past week, he just continued taking hit after hit when it came to this week.

"Turn the girl over to the Elders Ansel, that is the best decision that you could make," Nick Ramos said as I left the room to inform Danny of Lydia's death. My niece. The ache was too much. I had warned her to stay away from Faith, but somehow she ended up seeking her out and trying to take her power.

How did Lydia know what to do? I had only let Danny's children see him twice, each time with me accompanying them. I was in the room. I did not see any hidden messages being passed.

Yet, here was Cynthia saying; "You said that your mother bound her to Bend, to herself, she couldn't die! If she died then that girl she did something to our baby!"

I was missing a piece of information. Somehow, Cynthia had been able to pass a mess-

My mind actively seeking the truth, while my heart was breaking for my brother, as I note that his body sways and his eyes are unfocused, glassy, "Danny! Danny!" I call his name, snapping my finger to get him to focus but as he sinks to his knees, his eyes roll and lids shut promptly before he can slump to the ground.

"Oh God! Help me! Help him! Danny! Danny!" Cynthia cries, pulling at her restraints while I remove the key from my pocket. The ruckus, the chains beating against each link and the iron bars of Cynthia's cell sound noisily.

"I told y-you all, she's nothing but trouble!" Cynthia cries, on her knees, close to the bars separating her self from Danny. "T-They will come for her," Cynthia sobs her words striking me as odd. Stored for dissection later, I wrench open Danny's cell dragging him out and locking the bars behind us. Checking his pulse, I frown at the quickness.

"Don't leave me in here!" Cynthia cries, mumbling and groaning as I carry Danny out of the dungeon where she would remain.

Our father waiting just outside eyes widen when he sees me carrying my brother, his face grim. Climbing the stairs with each other, I fit him into the car, my father driving the short distance to the guesthouse. Rushing ahead of me, he holds the door open as I bring Danny inside, his children in the living room with my mother mourning the loss of their sister.

"So she's just gone?" Stella, Danny and Cynthia's eight-year-old daughter asks my mother as Leslie vibrates in place her eyes widening when she spots me. Bypassing the children, I sneak down to the basement of the guesthouse, my father following me. Opening the spare room down there, I lay him on the bed, standing and taking a few steps back from him.