#Chapter 235: He’s Dead

Almara’s Pov We recite the speech in flat voices the Zayne had prepared. We go through the motions as though on autopilot, just getting through this part so that the real events can begin. For all the murderous skills the familiar have, they lack in their writing. The speech was so dry there would be no way anyone back one would truly believe we meant the words we were saying. Still, even pretending to admit defeats leaves a bad taste in my mouth. “We said our piece, now let us go,” Arthur growls, clearly disturbed by the horrible words we had just spoken as well. Zayne pretends to busy himself with the camera. “I’m just not sure we got it all,” he says, twisted amusement glowing behind his eyes. “We did what you asked, now hold to your word and let us go,” Arthur says and even I feel the threat crawl down my spine and paralyze me with fear. The door to the control room opens and a grotesque familiar the size of a bear fills up the space in the doorway. He barely