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“That means nothing,” Tegan scoffed. “There was to be a raid there before Cord caught the Drakhyn in the woods, he would have gone there for surveillance purposes.”
“No surveillance was carried out, Tegan,” Marcus sighed, despair heavy in his voice. “Cord captured the Drakhyn before I had told anyone where they were to go.”
“So, what are you implying? Cord was there the day I fought the Drakhyn?” Tegan laughed. “So what?” She looked at the room’s occupants. Garrick’s lips were pursed, Sloane was nodding along with her, Michael was frowning, Tove and Marcus both looked like they were pitying her, the Dark Cast Prime looked bored and Salem was sitting in silence, his face a blank mask.
“He’s been killing Lycan,” Tove almost screamed at her. “Sacrificing them to Velvore, for more power.”
“He doesn’t need more power,” Tegan cried incredulously throwing her hands in the air. “He has more power than he knows what to do with,” she admitted hopelessly.
“Did you ask him about my kin?” Tove demanded.
“Yes,” Tegan looked away from her fury.
“What did he say?” Marcus asked.
“That he could explain,” Tegan bit out.
“He admitted it?” Tove sank in the chair, her eyes wet with unshed tears.
“No, he said he couldexplain,” Tegan stressed to the room.
Tove turned to Salem, “I think you have heard enough?”
“Heard what?” Tegan looked at Salem in fear.
“He knew where she was, he knew when she was to arrive, he captured the Drakhyn with no witnesses – he blinded her so she couldn’t see. He was the only Castor left in the hall, he took her back to the alley, kept her away from her family and he’s admitted killing Lycan.” Tove took a deep breath. “He must be the one who let them in, Principal.” Her eyes flicked to Tegan once. “Castor Cord Ivanov is working with the Drakhyn.”
“No!” Sloane shot out of his seat. “He would never!”
The room erupted into chaos as Tegan stood silent. The room was too loud, she needed silence.
“Child.” A cold finger slipped under her chin, tilting her head up to look into ageless eyes. “What is it?” the Dark Castor asked her. The room quietened, he looked at her and she could feel him trying to get past her defences. A flash in her vison and he stumbled backwards. “Even now, he protects her.”
“Lucas that’s impossible,” Garrick moved forward, peering into Tegan’s eyes.
A knock on the study door and a female entered. Raven black hair in an elegant updo, a white skirt suit, her blood red lipstick and whiter than white complexion told them all she was one of the Made.
“Kateryna?” Marcus asked in disbelief.
“Lycan Marcus,” her voice was heavily accented. “Where is he?” her eyes scanned the room imperiously.
“Is father with you?” Tegan asked eagerly.
“You are the child he stays for,” ice blue eyes accused her.
“Kateryna, I am Principal Elder Salem Holt, welcome to the Canadian Headquarters,” Salem rose from his seat.
“I know you,” her eyes swept the room again. “Where is my husband?”
“He left to go to you weeks ago,” Tegan answered, fear rising in her heart. “He sent a fire message to say he had reached Siberia.”
“Reached Siberia, but he has not reached me,” the Vampyre frowned. “Give me details,” she demanded turning back to Salem.
“Leonid left to go to you,” Tove spoke instead. “but before we deal with that, we need to deal with the traitor.”
“He isn’t a traitor!” Sloane shouted desperately. Tove ignored him.
Everyone started talking at once, the noise too much for Tegan. Turning, she walked out of the study. Walking briskly she headed to her room, passing empty rooms.
