Release That Succubus

“SISTER…” Clara called out as she entered the room to verify whether her sister was all right or not.

The lack of response terrified her and the silence engulfed her whole being.

It wasn’t until a weak and muffled voice sounded out from behind her. She immediately jerked her head back to find Luke leaning against the wall; completely disheveled and hurt from several bleeding wounds.

Clara lunged in his direction and sat down on her knees in order to carefully lift Luke up into a comfortable position. She couldn’t even imagine how strong an enemy who could leave Luke in such a pitiful state would have been. To think that her sister had probably been pitched against such an enemy almost gave her a heart attack. Her tears finally spilled as fear for her sister’s safety overtook her anger and self reproach. ．

“Where is my s-sister?” Clara asked Luke with stuttering words as she prepared herself to hear an answer she wasn’t able to handle in such a fragile state of mind.

Luke though wounded terribly was still able to speak. It had been some time since Jack had made it off with Violet therefore, he had already recovered somewhat from the pathetic and delirious state that Jack had left him in.

“Taken…”

Clara felt as if a heavy boulder had fallen on her chest especially since the look on Luke was so guilty and remorseful. Still, she was unable to believe the meaning behind Luke’s words. Her mind was trying to keep her from getting hurt.

“What do you mean?” Clara asked as if hoping to hear a different answer from Luke.

The look in her eyes was so hopeful that Luke almost didn’t want to tell her the truth. But lying in this situation was not the solution. They needed to find Violet as soon as possible before the Hunter family could carry out the plan they had so carefully concocted.

“It was him…the criminal that escaped from prison recently…that ‘Jack’. He was here. I tried to stop him but he was too strong for me. Violet…she was taken away by him.”

Clara clenched her fists in anger and the force in her grip caused her palms to bleed. Her nails had pierced into her palms without her noticing.

Clara finally knew the purpose of that black clothed man. She regretted not being fast enough to kill him at a moment’s notice. She began to understand how cunning her enemies had been. They had fully used her personality traits and her impulsive behavior to abduct Violet right from their homes.

At the same time, she found that her recklessness and her own folly had been the reasons behind what happened to her sister. Had she been more prudent in her approach and had listened to her sister when she had tried to stop her, Violet might still have been here.

She believed that if she had been at home when Jack arrived, she might have been able to allow Violet to escape even if she failed to kill Jack.

Her body slumped onto the floor as she wallowed in grief and regret at her earlier actions. She looked like a mad woman at this moment. Her eyes radiated so much cold that even Luke wasn’t able to recognize how a sunny woman like Clara had changed so much in a matter of seconds.

Rage was building up inside Clara as her whole body trembled with unrestrained wrath. The target of her fury wasn’t Jack or the Hunter family; rather it was herself, her own stupidity and impulsiveness that had allowed the enemies to take advantage of her at the most crucial moment to harm her family.

As she leaned against the wall, her cheeks burned and tears trickled down her chin after traversing down her cheeks leaving a trail of moisture behind. She slapped her face twice in helplessness. She was probably trying to punish herself for harming her sister wondering if it would make her feel better. Alas it did nothing to reduce the guilt and regret she now felt in her heart. She could only do something to make things right now.

Just when she needed a shoulder to lean on, a tall man entered through the crevice of a door of Violet’s office with a worried expression on his face.

Violet wondered if he had always been this tall or it was because she was looking at him from lower perspective this time. But his appearance destroyed the last barrier that was keeping her from expressing all the anguish in his heart.

The man was none other than Zach who was her promised other half. Clara didn’t need to be reserved in front of him and bared her heart in front of him.

She made a beeline towards his chest and slammed into him with a thud. Only his embrace could give her the sense of relief she sought when she was at her lowest.

Following after Zach were some servants who seemed to have come to their senses. Previously when Clara had arrived, none of the servants had yet awakened from unconscious states.

Zach had been quite perturbed by the situation of the Windsor family mansion when he arrived. He had received the message that Clara had sent to him and had rushed here from Greenland at his fastest. But from the looks of it and Clara’s wailing, he was now sure that he had arrived far too late still.

Zach tried his best to comfort Clara who was clinging on to him and was pressing into his chest with enough force to crush his ribs to splinters. Still he didn’t try to push her away. Instead he kept on rubbing her back and caressing her head in order to calm her raging emotions.

Zach was very worried about her current mental state. In his opinion, she was already very impulsive but now that she was like this, Zach couldn’t help but want to know what was going on in her mind. He didn’t want her to do something stupid before he figured out the entire situation.