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I extract a long blade and settle it between Denzell’s legs. “This is ten inches of serrated, unforgiving hell. Did I forget to mention it’s coated in hag’s blood?”
Denzell’s eyes threaten to pop from his skull. So he realizes that, not only would this knife slice his balls clean from his body, the poison on it would slowly eat away at him, starting with his dick?
Excellent.
I smile and nudge the blade closer to his bits. “Let’s try again. What exactly was your mission tonight?”
The dark wizard casts another wary glance at the other Anarki. Some stare back, wide-eyed and horrified. Ah, he doesn’t want anyone squealing to Mathias that he talked. I understand.
With a flick of my fingers, I render the two nearest me unconscious. Duke follows suit with the last two, just to make certain they stay knocked out.
“Now, answer the question,” I growl.
Still, Denzell hesitates. I tug on the invisible rope around his balls again. They have to be throbbing like hell. Stubborn bastard.
He finally breaks when I slice his pants with my blade, coming perilously close to his cock.
“Break into the house and search it,” he blurts.
“And?” I know there’s more.
Denzell hesitates. “I can’t say more.”
“I insist.”
Duke pipes in again. “Mathias sent you?”
The wizard pales. “He’ll kill me…”
True. Mathias is ruthless to any who crosses him.
“We can always keep this one captive until we defeat Mathias,” Duke suggests. “I believe Bram has a dungeon.”
“Yes, but last time vanquishing the bastard took decades. And it was only temporary,” I point out, then focus on my captive. “Which Denzell are you?”
“Zain.”
Shock’s youngest brother. “Bloody hell.”
“If we make Mathias believe you’re dead, he won’t kill your family for betraying him,” Duke says.
Zain sweats, despite the cold. “But you’ll kill me.”
I try not to roll my eyes. “As much as I’d like to, no. We’re the good guys. But we’ll make your unfortunate demise look convincing. Mathias will chalk it up to your ineptitude, and unfortunately, everyone from your House will keep breathing. You can enjoy Bram Rion’s ‘hospitality’ until this new war blows over. We’ll try to step up the timetable, but no guarantees, mind you. The Anarki is growing again, correct?”
Zain nods. “You’re really not going to kill me?”
“Your information is more valuable to us than your running blood. So if you were a dead man, what would you be willing to divulge?”
Denzell struggles and sneers. “Why should I trust you?”
I lean over the little bastard again. “We want to spare lives, especially innocents like the MacKinnetts. More blood will be shed if we fail to stop Mathias. Unless your idea of a bright future is pushing up daisies, help us, and we’ll help you.”
“I don’t give a bloody fuck about the MacKinnetts. They’re Privileged.”
“What did they personally do to you? Did they really deserve their fate? Does anyone deserve to be carved open and have their energy sucked from them until their heart stops? Would you wish any witch to be abducted and raped to death?”
Zain looks away.
