Her Soul and His Blood

Chapter 22: 22 The healing power

He left the place leaving bleeding Zella in that darkroom. The pain throbs in her guts, it's deep and

warm, but not in a nice way. It feels like someone has their hand in there and are squeezing her organs

either gently or as hand as they can. When it wanes She can move, when it returns she can only hold

still and breathe, breathe slow and deep until it has passed. There is no blood anywhere but her

abdomen is purple and lumpy where it should be smooth. Every step feels like a nail bomb exploding in

her innards. If it wasn't for Zad she would have died right there and let it take her away to the next life,

but She promised her mother to bring Zad home, so she must.

The next day Hance came to check Zella. He opened the door and his eyes widened.

The red bruises of her skin is vanished and there is no sign of being beaten.Her face is like the fire gold

glow of daw lifting his gaze, drawing him in.

"How is this possible ?" He approached her, held her face in his hands.

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Hance is lying on the ground, being injured. His shirt is completely filled with blood , and blood flowing

through the ground and he is wincing with pain, scowling on the ground.Lance is pulling out a knife

from his heart.

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She came into reality when Hance rubbed her face softly.She pushed him away,but she saw some kind

of worry in his face.

"Hance, you look dull." She smirked and smiled viciously.

"How did this happen ?"

"Im a healer now," she smirked, "You take life away, while I can save a life now."

"So you are having more powers, but what is the use, you are going to die."He got up and arched his

brows.

She folded her hand, " I saw who is going to die."

"What did you mean by that ?" He asked furiously.

A heavily built man stood near the door and knocked the door. Interrupting Hance always made his Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

blood run cold.

"Umm... Prince Hance, Mr.Benjamin wanted to see you." He cleared his throat.

Hance gave him a piercing look.It had a lot of meaning. Hance stormed out of the room,and caught his

throat.He struggled and started choking.

"My Prince, I apologize, Mr. Benjamin told its...its something serious." Hance dropped him down and

slam out gazing Zella viciously.

She watched him leaving and stared at the uninvited guest.

"Miss, Mr.Benjamin asked me to take you with me." He said this in a British accent.

"Why?" She asked seriously with a frown on her eyebrows.

"I have no idea Miss." He said softly. He is not like others, his eyes shows kindness in it hidden

somewhere.

She got up from her place and walked towards the door.He accompanied her to a living room which is

huge, where Mr.Benjamin was waiting for her.She entered into the atmosphere of softness to

cruelness.

"Zella,I have been waiting for you." He said in his deep voice.

"Where is my brother ?" She shouted at him.

"Zella." She heard a similar voice calling her from behind.She turned to see him,he walked towards

Mr.Benjamin.

"Mr.Peterson, why are you here ? Are you too.."

Before she could continue her words Mr.Peterson interrupted her,

"Mr.Benjamin is an old friend of mine,a very old one.So I came here to contend for you."

His words were so lifeless, and cold as death.

Mr.Peterson wore a blue shirt with a black pant, a blue and white striped tie on his neck and a black

suit over. He is built like a brick shithouse.

"Is that so?" There is no heat in her voice,as if her heartbeat went down steadily, even though she took

a different view from Mr.Peterson's words.

"Please help my brother,he is injured very badly." She said with a crackling voice, once again fear

finding her. Her leg became weak,stomach started lurching,heart started aching.

"I can help, but there is a problem." The corner of his mouth twitched into his cheek.

"What problem?" She asked anxiously, " and where is Lance? Is he alright?" She asked with concern.

Mr.Benjamin watched her like an eagle watching its prey, and could swoop her at anytime.

"Well,Lance is Injured very badly."Mr.Peterson patted on Zella's shoulder confiding her."thats why Im

here." He said toneless.

Her eyes are filled with tears, she might have a breakdown at anytime, like the river running faster and

breaking down into waterfalls.She saw that devilish look on Mr.Benjamin's face. Her Instinct says that

something is going wrong but she trust Mr.Peterson, he is foster father of Lance. Lance always told

good things about him.But what about her instinct.

"Zella when I talked regarding you to Mr.Benjamin,he said he will leave you and your brother, and won't

harm you both." He rubbed his hand and continued, " but Benjamin wanted something in return." He

pursed his lips, and shrugged his shoulder. " He needs the Red stone."

Zella's gaze directed towards Mr.Benjamin,prominent lines appeared between her eyebrows,her lip

curled,gritting her teeth,she started rubbing base of the neck and pronounced a sigh rubbing her

birthmark.Her emotions were mixture of agony,anger and confusion.

"But Mr.Peterson, I can't give this to them.They are a threat and if they get my necklace, then they will

probably misuse it." She said lifting her chin up.

Mr.Peterson glanced at Mr.Benjamin and shook his head giving him a signal of something.

"Ben, so what should I do with this girl. She is not willing to give the Red stone but wanted to save her

dying brother." He said focusing on his sharp fingernails.

The way Mr.Peterson called his name made Zella's heart beat run faster, she started to sweat, the

extremities of her hands are cold and pale like bloods are drained out of her body.They are closer than

she thought they are.

Mr.Benjamin came forward, he kneeled on his legs, bent his head downwards, held Mr.Peterson's hand

and planted a soft kiss on the back side of his hand. "Master, this girl won't learn until we teach her

manners." He said in a low and husky voice.

Zella swallowed hard, her eyes widened,with an unfocused gaze,she stood still. 'What is happening

here? Am I dreaming,how can this be possible.I thought Hance must be the master, but?'

Her thoughts are interrupted by the laughter which echoed in that room.

" This is impossible,you can't be the master. You are good man like Lance used to say." She muttered

between her lips.

"Its just a beginning Zella, you have a lot to learn." Giving a hooded look into her eyes,his lips became

narrow and thin, the. He gave her a vicious smile.