"You're done. Get the fuck away from my sister."
"Declan, you don't understand," he says.
"He used me as bait," I say, my voice low. "His uncle ordered it. The bracelet was a tracker."
Declan's face goes murderous.
He doesn't say a word.
He just nods at one of his men, who steps forward and jams something into Octavian's neck.
"What are you doing?" I yell.
Octavian stumbles, his eyes widen, and then his knees buckle. He catches himself against the elevator wall, but his movements are already slowing.
"Relax, Keira," Declan says. "This will just sedate him. We'll take him and figure out next moves. If he did know and let this happen, I'm going to kill him slowly."
Octavian slides down the wall as his head droops. Two of Declan's men catch him before he hits the ground.
Declan grabs my arm, the uninjured one, and pulls me toward the exit.
"I'm calling Lyra so she can look at this," he says, nodding at my forearm. "They'll load him in the car."
I don't look back.
I don't watch as they drag Octavian's limp body toward one of the SUVs.
I just follow Declan into his car and slide into the passenger seat.
The door slams shut, and Declan punches the gas.
The entourage of cars follows, one of them carrying Octavian.
We drive in silence for a few minutes, and I lean back against the seat, trying to calm my racing heart.
My forearm throbs.
My head aches.
My entire body feels like it's been shredded.
"Cormac Donoghue," I say out loud.
Declan's head turns toward me.
"Who's that?"
I close my eyes, the image of his face burned into my mind.
"The Phantom King."
38
KEIRA
We pull up to the Kastaris estate, the SUV jerking slightly as it slows to a stop. Callum is already outside, pacing like a caged animal. His shoulders are rigid, his hands balled at his sides.
The second Declan turns off the car, he's storming toward us. "What the fuck happened?" he demands. "Is she alright?"
