Wicked Ties (The Tether Trilogy Book 2)
Wicked Ties: Chapter 10

There were many things I was afraid of when I was young, but nothing was worse than Magnus Harlow of Blackwater. I’d witnessed the relationship between fathers and sons before. The fathers would carry their sons on their shoulders, hold their hands as they ventured through their territories, or play games of mini Chetnee with smiles and laughter. Magnus was not like those men.

Magnus was cold with a temper from hell, and anytime I cried, Magnus would whip me with a steel whip. I learned early on to not cry around Magnus or his wife Lura (who couldn’t stand to see me weeping over my mother) but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t cry for her while locked away in my room.

I’d been robbed of everything—my life, my loving caretaker, even my name. No longer was I Caspian Bizzell, a drifter of all the lands. I was Caz Harlow, heir, and soon-to-be monarch of Blackwater.

I wasn’t loved in this new home. I was forced to use a sword and eventually a gun. I was trained to fight, to shoot, to kill. Every Saturday, I was sent out to ride with Magnus and Lura to the village so I could be paraded as the heir of Blackwater. They pretended to be proud, when truly, they hated me.

Every night, I had nightmares of my mother being taken, the horse’s blood, and the weapon that’d murdered the horse. I’m imagine her powers and wonder how she could do it. Soon, I learned that she was the daughter of a powerful mythic—that she carried that energy in her blood and had only learned to harness it when I was born. I’d dream of my mother’s eyes and how they were filled with helpless tears, her cries, and the way she screamed my name for the last time.

The nightmares were so gut-wrenching that I no longer wanted to sleep, and because I didn’t sleep, I’d venture to the castle’s dungeons to search for her, to no avail. She wasn’t in the castle…and after a few months, I assumed she wasn’t alive at all.

Everyone who surrounded me looked at me with expectations in their eyes, eager for the day I’d reign. All did, except Aunt Maeve and my cousins, who lived on the outskirts of the village. They were the highlight of my new life. I was only able to spend one weekend with them every summer, and Magnus made sure to hold back on the abuse and drown me in healing elixir whenever I visited his sister so there was no proof. It wasn’t until I was forced to fight in Ripple Hills that Maeve caught on. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Prior to that, there were plenty of times I wanted to tell Aunt Maeve what was being done to me, but Magnus used my mother as a threat. Mythics would reveal her in a mirror in the castle when I stepped out of line, and each time, chains would hang from her wrists and her head was bowed. She would take a breath, and that was when Magnus would threaten that if I said anything about it, or how I was brought to Blackwater, he would kill her.

I thought I could hold out. I figured once I was of age, I’d be monarch and would be able to free my mother. But I’d jumped the gun…and it was because of my mistake and impatience that I never saw her again.

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