[The Tempest trilogy: Book 3] After the fateful battle for Bifröst, Zoya lost everything, including her will to fight. However, the war with Nightingale and the Yeomen is not over yet and Zoya soon realizes she has what it takes to settle them for g...
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Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
I look down upon my city like the queen I am. I conquered it in a fair battle. My army clashed against the enemy forces and I won. I am a conqueror. A warmonger.
All the roads leading into Bifröst have been blocked except one. That's where the Castaways who want to serve me arrive. My generals inform me about their numbers and they make me happy. Soon, the majority of the European Castaways will serve me!
I know most of them come out of desperation - because of the fear of Flicker. But every reason is good. Every science center in the city is producing more serums so I have a dose for every newcomer. However, some people already tried to snatch the serums and run away with them.
They all got gunned down. Too bad for them.
The serums have to stay here. If the scientists outside got even one sample, they would start to produce it, too and I would lose the new followers as quickly as I gained them. This is also a reason why I got rid of that nerd who invented it. I even pitied him for a moment.
However, there's one dent in my perfect success.
I still recall the determination in Isaiah's eyes as he stood in front of Zoya. I've never seen such determination when he fought for my case. I'm sure he would kill me if I tried to hurt that miserable, hysterical little thing on the ground that was once my archnemesis.
I thought he's over her. He already tried to kill her himself. So why didn't he let me do it? After this incident, he's even weirder than before. Like something snapped inside him - he even refused a replacement of the eye destroyed by - Zoya. Why would he protect a girl who mutilated him like this?
Even though it's gonna be a long run, I have to talk some sense into him before I lose him.
His apartment (or, more precisely, an office changed into an apartment) is right below mine. It's a VIP position, but he doesn't seem to appreciate it much. As I expected, I find him sulking in the corner of the room - I thought his personality is so complex, but in fact, he's probably just a big baby who has no idea about what does he want. I approach him - carefully, he might bite. "Isaiah?" I say.
"Leave me ALONE!" he lashes out and I step back. I hate to admit it, but he scares me. I'm afraid of him. His unbound power is something I can't match.
"I just want to talk," I continue with a soothing voice. I look for every sign of aggression in his rather ugly face half-covered by pigment scars, now even uglier thanks to the burn which took his left eye. "I'm not angry with you. Now I realize that executing Zoya while helpless would be low even for me."
Lies. But I have to calm him down somehow.
He stands up; I'm considered tall for a woman, but I still have to tilt my head back to see his face. He speaks with a calmer voice, but the menacing undertone is still present. "Please, now leave my place and don't talk about Zoya ever again. I... I'm now quite collected and I want it to stay this way."
