The Dragon King's Substitute Bride

Chapter 89

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Morgan....

She wasn't born of water, but what did I know about her human rebirth?

I heard a young woman scream and turned my attention back to the vision I was getting.

Ari was the girl's name. She looked young in the vision, yet I knew from Tsuneo's memories that she looked no different now, and she wasn't that young in the vision. I got a flicker of irritation that died out as the rest of the vision came to me. Ari sneered cruelly down at a younger woman. Her hand was raised high, and then she struck the girl hard across the face. Anya's s eyes were filled with fear. She scrambled to get away, but Ari grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back, screeching something I didn't care to make out. The vision was brief, but I could see the blood on the wall. The sorrow and the bloodied cloth. I could see Anya, now covered from head to toe, drifting through the castle like a ghost..

It was enough to make my blood boil. My wife would not be happy about that, but the rest of the visions that followed weren't much better. A wave of anger surged through me. Who the hell gave her the right to act like that? There was no way that Hayato knew about Ari's behavior toward the

staff.

It didn't matter. I'd deal with her. I could see her slumped in the darkness of an underground cell, but that wasn't good enough for me.

She'd

pay

in blood soon enough. I grinned. I'd have to do it before Morgan woke up to maximize

the justice to be done.

the rest of the garden, taking note of all the horrible things that

to the pool, frowning down at her. It was too much to do all of it

rather us clean your garden or

Morgan

vortex of images and sensations. It was as if I were watching a play, each scene was more haunting and terrible than before. I saw a young girl. She looked nothing like me, but I knew somehow that she was me. She was covered in decorative paint and trapped in a burning building. The

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seizing from the

forward, reaching for whoever it was. My eyes

tide of warriors came down a hill at me. Magic flashed through the air, a man fearsome amber eyes like a cat sat astride a horse

hand and heart racing in my chest as they came. I swung. I fought. I charged and slaughtered as many as I could manage, but the enemy was

screamed in protest, but it was too

pain hit me in the chest-my leg, my neck and dragged

the air. Falling, flying, somewhere and I flailed. I didn't want to see it again. I didn't want to even believe that there was another memory, yet as

ached. I could tell from my thin wrists that I had been starved. The bruises meant I had been beaten. There was a deep, throbbing ache that I didn't want to think about. My body was weak, my spirit broken. I closed

flailing through the clouds. "If you

flailing. I was no more than a child. People stood on the banks lodging in.

past a woman sitting on a rock. Her eyes were a deep black and unnatural. She was hunched over

back.

I fought, but it was no

then, there was

and in each one I died miserably, every death worse than the last in some ways. I wanted to scream, to wake up,

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