The Primordial Record novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162 I Want It All (5)

It was far harder trying not to kill, than it was to kill. His Spirit contributed a lot to the subtle method he used to knock the two Guardsmen out.

One fell off the moving automobile and was crushed beneath the wheels of the inexorable moving vehicle. That would not kill him, but if no one removed him from the path of the oncoming vehicles, he would be crushed to death. The flurry of activity, behind, assured him that it would not happen.

He pressed his hand against the metal door, and it sank in as if it were made from mud, and he dragged it sideways, ripping it away from the frame.

He had seen everything through his Spatial sight but seeing it once more with his eyes, brought a new wave of anger over him.

Diane was on all four with sweat running down her face, how mouth was open, and she was panting, her arms and legs were shivering, and tears were on her face. Now and then she gritted her teeth to stop any cries escaping her mouth.

Rico was sitting on her back, and Diane was acting as his chair, he was carrying a heavy book which he rested on her head. She had to strain to keep her head up, else he would strike her across the back with his little finger.

He looked up sharply as Rowan tore the door open, and his mouth opened, and he laughed, "Hello, my friend. I have been hearing tales about you from your maid here, and since the chairs inside this deary place of mine are so hard on my back, I wanted something softer to sit upon. You don't mind, do you?"

Rowan did not say anything, he walked up to the grinning man, and seized him by the face. Rowan's palm covered his entire face, and he threw him towards the side as if he were disposing of thrash, and he bent down and carried Diane up.

Her eyes alight with hope when she realized who had come to rescue her, and she burst out in tears, as she ran and hugged him, crying into his chest. Rowan awkwardly patted her hair.

"There… there… don't cry, it's okay. I will take you home."

She nodded and Rowan pushed her gently away from him, just as Rico was shoving himself away from the wall his body was stuck into.

From the moans of pain coming from his mouth and his left hand bent in a weird angle, he had clearly broken bones in his body. He had a nasty cut along his forehead that bled, covering his left eyes in blood, making him appear both wretched and menacing at the same time.

Rowan was curious about the method this Dominator used to hide his power, nevertheless he was familiar with such games of deceit, and if they all thought he was a noob in this game, then it would be their funeral.

He made the proper angry face and faced the snarling Rico, whose right hand was pointed at him, he wanted to speak and vomited blood, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fainted.

Yet hidden deep behind those eyes where no one else could reach, did Rowan see a hint of enjoyment? As if Rico here was craving pain.

It took an effort of will for Rowan not to wipe his hand.

A pair of hurried steps were heard outside the vehicle and Circe and Nana entered inside, they saw the state of Rico, and Circe blanched. Nana, had an amused look on her face as she sighed, "Circe, I have warned you to hold your Ward to a higher standard. It is a wonder he is not already dead."

Circe knelt and checked Rico and looked up at Rowan, "I got your message, and I apologize for the actions of my Ward. I promise you that this would be the last time something like this would ever occur."