The Dragon King's Substitute Bride

Chapter 89

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Tsunco

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.

was gone. So I continued on the rest of the garden, taking note of all the horrible things that had been done in

It was too much to do

you rather us clean your garden or clean

Morgan

before. I saw a young girl. She looked nothing like me, but I knew somehow that she

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screamed, my voice lost in the roar of the fire. I felt my chest seizing from the heat and the lack of air. And then, darkness and

forward, reaching for whoever it was. My eyes were stinging. Then, I was charging

me. Magic flashed through the air, a man fearsome amber eyes like a cat sat astride a horse at the top of the

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 too strong. A volley of arrows launched into the air, blotting out the sun. I shoved a young man behind a rock, and threw him

He screamed in protest,

chest-my leg, my neck and dragged me back into the darkness and swirling

though 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 I fell, I could hear the hundreds of visions barely hiding in

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

yelled, flailing through the clouds. "If you can

in a raging river, small and flailing. I was no more than a child. People stood on the banks lodging in. But I didn't call Ottawa. They were

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

back.

head. I struggled, I fought, but it was no use. I

then, there was

ways. I wanted to scream, to wake up, to escape this

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