Page 44 of Dark Sold Mate

“The walls were thin, and she was speaking loud enough to be heard.” Javi glanced at Elle, who laid still in Silas's arms. “We need to have a meeting. Now.”

“Get out,” Silas growled.

“This is important, Silas. And in case Elle possesses magic, if she can see something—”

“I said get out!”

Silas's Alpha voice rang through the room. Javi flinched but didn't retreat.

“We must know,” Javi continued, stubborn as ever. “The pack needs answers. And Elle’s powers could be used to get them..”

“Then we'll discuss it later. When Elle is ready. Not now.”

Elle shifted in Silas's arms. “It's okay. We can talk now.”

“No,” Silas said firmly. “You're exhausted. You need rest.”

“I need to get this over with.” Elle stood, rubbing her eyes. “Let's talk. I'd rather not let it hang over my head.”

Silas had to force himself to bite his tongue. He knew Elle well enough at this point to realize that once she set her mind to something, that was it. And going against it would only result in her being more stubborn about it.

“Fine,” Silas said. “However, we do this in the sitting room. And if Elle feels like stopping at any moment, we stop.”

Javi nodded. “Agreed.”

Twenty minutes later, they were all seated in the sitting room. Elle was seated on the couch between Silas and August. Rael and Javi sat on the opposite end, and the tension in the room was palpable.

“Tell us about the visions,” Rael started the conversation. “How do they work?”

Elle drew in a shaky breath. “I don't know how they work. They just happen, and they're rare. I’ve had five or six in my whole life.”

“What do you see in them?” Javi leaned forward.

“Different things. Sometimes the past. Sometimes...” Elle hesitated. “I do not know whether it is the past or the future sometimes. They're always unclear and very short. The one in the warehouse was the longest and clearest that I have ever had.”

“Do you think you could use them to find the next auction?” Javi asked.

Elle clasped her hands together. “I don't know. Maybe. But I cannot tell when they will come and what they will reveal to me.”

“But if you practiced—”

“I said I can't control them.” She snapped and sighed. “Look, I do not even know what they are, and why I possess them. Why the hell do you think I can use them to track down a whole trafficking operation?”

“We could experiment with some other methods,” Javi insisted. “Meditation, maybe.

Or exposure to objects from the auction. If we brought you things that the traffickers touched.”

“No.” Silas's voice came out as a growl. “Absolutely not.”

Javi turned to his brother. “Maybe this is our breakthrough. She could help us figure out where the next sale will be.”

“I can't believe this. You want to use her like a bloodhound. You would take her out to the crime scene and force her to see those visions in order to acquire information?”

“I want all resources at our disposal to end this operation!”

“Elle is not a resource!” Silas rose to his feet, his wolf coming close to the surface. “She's a human! She has experienced hell and has already told us more than we had any right to ask about. And now you want to wring her dry. You want more?”

“I want to defend this pack,” Javi replied and stood up to his brother. “I want to clear our name. I do not want to see women being sold as cattle. And if Elle's so-called magic can help, so be it.”