I ignored his unhelpful commentary and focused on holding the Omega’s glare instead.
“I’m not here to cause any trouble. I just want to talk to Kieran.”
My eyebrow inched upward. “Illegally entering Blood Sector and sneaking into Kieran’s quarters are both actions that suggest otherwise. Perhaps you should try arranging a meeting through normal channels next time.”
Her green eyes flicked upward in a motion of irritation. “Fucking Fritz.”
I arched my brow higher, her statement not making sense.
When she refused to say more, I started a mental sweep of her body for weapons and other items. My telekinetic abilities were exceptionally useful in situations like this.
She has a knife in her boot,I told Cillian.
I’m aware.
Of course he was. We both could smell the metal on her. Just as we both could smell thebloodin her pocket. Quinnlynnn’s blood?I asked, recognizing the scent.
So it would seem.Cillian circled the female to step up to my side.Perhaps that’s how she managed to shadow into our lands without detection?
I responded with a mental grunt, my outward appearance otherwise bored as I kept my focus on the dangerous Omega.
“Why do you have Princess Quinnlynn’s blood?” Cillian asked her.
She glanced at Cillian, her expression giving nothing away. “I’ll only explain myself to Kieran.”
“Then I suggest you give us a name for us to relay to him,” Cillian murmured, his tone deceptively charming.
I said nothing, simply observed as the female seemed to consider his words. A muscle ticked in her jaw, the only tell she was losing her patience with this situation. I tightened my telekinetic hold around her, aware that she might try to disappear at any moment.
But that would be impossible with my power securing her before me.
“Kyra.” The name came out on a low growl, her annoyance palpable. “Tell him Kyra is here to see him about Quinn. The blood is for him. And inform him that my offer to talk has a time limit.”
Kyra, I repeated to Cillian, very familiar with the name.
The Alpha killer,he surmised, his mental voice flat.Half vampire, half V-Clan wolf. Gives no fucks about illegally crossing our boundaries. Doesn’t appear to be afraid of us. All seems to add up to her reputation.
Hmm,I hummed in response. I’d already decided this female was dangerous. Now I considered her a true threat. She could easily be here to kill Kieran. I’d suggest we bind her with chains, but I doubted they would hold her.
Although, now I wasn’t entirely sure my telekinesis would secure her long-term either.
This Omega had taken down a millennia-old Alpha vampire. Hermate. As well as a few other unidentified Alphas. She was the black widow of her kind, the one Alphas feared because she could so easily be underestimated.
A pretty little deadly package.
I’ll reach out to Kieran, Cillian said.See how he wants to proceed.
I nearly grunted. Given Kieran’s current mood, he’d probably want to proceed by killing the Omega. He’d just been betrayed in the worst way by his intended mate, making him borderline unpredictable.
If Kyra wanted to survive his wrath, she’d need to appear as defenseless as possible. Her size certainly helped that along, but her eyes revealed the power within.
Ancient. Angry. Antagonistic.
I released her hip. “Follow me.” I pulled back just enough of my magic to allow her to walk as I started down the hall toward my office.
“I’d listen to him,” Cillian advised conversationally. “He’s Kieran’s cousin. If anyone is going to be able to convince Blood Sector’s future King to talk to you, it’s him.”
A snort built inside me, Cillian’s words positively ludicrous.He listens to you more than me.
