Sage observes that Dana's sword is on the ground which means she is harmless and she can not strike back.
Sage grabbed her catapult, releasing the arrow toward Loveth's forehead who was arguing with her mother, Lisa.
Dana did not see the arrow moving toward her because she was lost in her mother's speech. “Dana!“ Lisa's voice breaks out as the arrow hit Loveth's arm. Loveth became weak. Her eyesight became blurred as should lightheaded, darkness overwhelmed her surroundings as she fell to the ground.
Lisa ran to her daughter, she puts Loveth's head on her lap as she sat on the floor.
“Loveth, open your eyes.“ Lisa screamed slapping her face as she noticed that the arrow shot at Loveth's arm melts into her body.
“You scumbag, did I ask you to murder my daughter, Dana.“ Lisa raised her voice with her eyes filled with so much rage.
“So you want someone else daughter dead and you don't want that for your kid. Asshole!“ Sage pursed her lips. Lisa frowned.
“I did not murder her, dumbass. I only put her to sleep. She was disturbing us so I gave her a nap.“ Sage smirks, cleaning her catapult with a handkerchief.
“Oh, thanks. I thought you killed her“ Lisa heaved a sigh of relief. Lisa laid Loveth properly on the floor, peeking at her forehead.
“Sleep tight, love” Lisa uttered as stood up.
“Your acting earlier was superb, so where did you hide Derek's kettle?“ Sage chuckles arranging the books on her bookshelves.
“What do you mean by that, Sage? I should be asking you that question.“ Lisa uttered with a frown.
“Since we did not keep or hide the kettle, then who did?“ Sage questioned, furrowing her eyebrows.
A masculine arm grabs the kettle from beneath the table.
“Thanks, ladies, thanks for making it easier to capture Derek, now I can have her all to myself.“ Dyrus's voice resounds as he appeared before them with a grin on his face. They were horrified at seeing.
“How did he get here, Sage? Why would you allow Dyrus goose-step to our basement?“ Lisa questioned.
“What the fuck!“ Sage drags her statement
. It is so bizarre for a father to capture his biological son for his selfish needs.
“Young man, the hand that kettles over to me now.“ Sage ordered.
“You are joking.“ Dyrus chuckles as he disappeared into thin air.
~~~
Dyrus appeared in Donald's villa, in Mr. Donald's library.
“You again?“ Mr. Donald mentioned as he grabbed a book from his bookshelves and sat on his wooden chair, scrolling through it.“
“Now I captured him, can I get my deal now?“ Dyrus asked, he is so desperate to see love in Ava's eyes for him again.
“No, I asked for Derek's head not Derek in a kettle.“ Mr. Donald said as he opened another page from the book he was fixing his gaze on.
“You understand what I am trying to say.“ Mr.Donald sniffs sliding his first finger horizontally on his neck region indicating a kill.
Dyrus nods his head.
~~~
Sam stood at the window pane, watching outside as he heard tapping on the window which became a pitter-patter. He watches people running for cover outside and umbrellas were opened to the cloud as the cloud sprays out its beads of rainfall.
He creased his brows turning to Ava as he notices she started moving her hands
.
“Mother. Are you feeling better now“ He worriedly pronounced as he walked towards her, seating on the bed she and Don lay? Don was snoring loudly, he skipped the whole night thinking, drinking and smoking. Now he is still in bed.
Ava's head was spinning like a football being played. She placed her hand on her head. “Derek! We need to save Derek.“ That was the first thing she uttered after she regained consciousness.
“But how?“ Sam mumbled.
Ava is so confused about what to do or not. She starts thinking hard. She had an idea as she faces Don who was snoring facing the ceiling. A phone was turned out of his pocket, maybe while he was dozing around. Ava picked up the phone, she recollects it was Dyrus's phone. It slipped from her hand the other time. Ava uses the opportunity to phone Aurora since she is the guardian of the book of all magical beings.
Ava detailed Aurora's phone number, calling…
“Aurora, pick this call it's very important.“ Ava said banging her fist on the bed as she sat up.
“Hello!“ Ava's body cooled as she heard Aurora's voice over the phone.
Ava explained everything to Aurora asking for a possible solution. Aurora checks the book of all magical beings.
“Break your deal.“ Aurora said.
“But I can't, if I do my brother might die.“ Ava explained.
“Just do as the book said.“ Aurora said.
Ava let go of the cell phone in her hands she walked into Mr. Donald's library, she knew he would be there, and he sways to the library.
Ava opened the library door, she was shunned to see Derek with a golden kettle in his arms and Mr. Donald discussing like a real family man.
Ava ignored them. When she walked in, Dyrus was so shocked to see her, he hid the kettle behind him not knowing Ava saw it all before she came into the library. She ignored their strange reactions and their silent whispers but not the strange feeling she has in her heart. She could feel Derek's presence, she thinks she missed her son so much that's why she's sensing him even when he is not there.
“What brings you here, daughter-in-law?“ Mr. Donald uttered as he sat upright on his wooden chair.
“I would like to break the deal I had with you which means Derek should be released but please do not hurt my brother. I would do anything to make my family live a normal life.“ Ava confessed.
Mr. Donald smirks.
“Okay.“ He accepted. Ava and Dyrus's jaws slacked as they heard the dark Jinn breaking his already-made deal, there is more to it.
She breaks her deal with the dark Jinn only under one condition.
“I will break the deal only on one condition. “
“You find out the three-eyed monster's original name and tell me.“ Mr.Donald continued with an evil smirk on his face.
The dark Jinn asks her to find the true name of the three-eyed monsters to release herself, Derek, and Lucas's family from Jinn's captivity.
“Just a name of a person, that would be easy.“ Ava muttered to herself.
“Do not hurt my son while I'm away.“
“I won't.“ Mr. Donald's lips spread from ear to ear, glaring at the kettle.