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“What the fuck were you doing?” I yelled as I stormed forward. Raw fury pulsed through me, and I could feel my wolf on the edge of shifting as I wrapped my hand around her throat, squeezing until her eyes bulged and she clawed at my wrist for relief.
“Let her go!” Meira screamed. Her chains clinked as she fought against them, but it would do her no good. She was resourceful, feisty, so I ensured she was properly secured.
Refocusing on the witch who was swiftly turning blue, I growled. I’d assumed she was quiet, timid, it seemed I had miscalculated. That would not happen again.
“Let her go,” the vampire hissed, but he too was useless from behind the silver bars. He hissed as he touched it, stepping back again.
“From your cell?” I taunted.
“Please,” Camilla squeaked out and I relented enough for her to take in a breath. I needed to hear her answer.
“You dare to defy me? What, you think I wouldn’t catch onto your plans? What exactly did you tell her?”
“Nothing,” she promised frantically but I could see the panic in her eyes, giving her away.
The lie had my wolf fighting to get loose again, to sink his fangs into her useless body. Holding him back, I slammed her to the ground. The breath was knocked out of her but the panic rose again as I leaned down, straddling her hips as I put my face inches from hers. I was breathing like an angry bull.
“I suggest you tell me or this will be a very painful day for you,” I ordered. “And trust me… I’ve had a terrible morning. Give me one fucking reason, Camilla.”
She said nothing, defiance and fear warring in her eyes. She was going to play the hard game, it seemed. Her eyes flickered over to the vampire watching us and I glanced over at her other two mates. Watching me torture her would enrage them, but I had no fear of them getting out. I had magic on my side, far more than they did.
“Maybe I should make your mates watch as I fuck you,” I said in a bored tone. She started thrashing then but I was twice as strong as she was. “Don’t worry Malachi, I’ll leave the door open. I want you to hear exactly what I do to her.”
“I’ll hex you,” she warned.
“I’m not worried about that. But first,” I said as I let out a sharp whistle. One of my guards ran inside. “I need two chairs.” He turned immediately and I waited until he returned, placing them next to me, to move. Standing, I dragged Camilla with me. “Get my tools from downstairs.” Again he was gone without a word. I preferred my guards to be silent, obedient.
“You won’t break me,” Camilla warned me vehemently, the fight coming out in her desperation.
“You’re welcome to fight back, but I assure you, Iwillbreak you.”
It was only another minute before my favorite tools were brought in. Camilla was sobbing now but nothing would save her. She tried to scramble away but I picked her up, placing her in the chair, tying her with the rope that was inside. She had nowhere to go. Defenseless. Helpless. Frantic. Just like I wanted her.
Her eyes widened and she let out a shuddering sob as I pulled out a large hammer. But it was only for show. For now at least.
“Tell me. What did you say to her?” She cried silently as I walked around her, tapping my hammer on her shoulders, then head, before rounding in front of her again. “You know, I do have witches who could force the truth out of you.”
“Please,” Meira screamed. “Take me instead.”
I spared her one glance before laughing. “Shit, you know what? This is ridiculous.” I set my hammer down. “Your magic is something that you need to see to achieve, is it not?” The intake of breath told me that I hit the nail right on the head. “Good. Guards!” She flinched as I yelled and again my men came in dutifully. “Watch them. No escape or it will be your life next.”
Excitement brewed within me as I stormed down the hall, not bothering to knock before shoving Straya’s door open. She didn’t deserve the respect of knocking, this was my domain, despite her every effort to fight that notion.
She let out a noise of protest but must have seen the look on my face. “What happened?”
“I need a poison that will blind a witch,” I said instead of answering. Her eyes narrowed and I felt her magic pulse in the air.
“Do you plan to blind me, Alpha?” she drew out.
“If I did, this would be poetic justice. But I have use for you yet, Straya. Camilla contacted the Bluff Pack.”
Her eyes widened. “How did she get out of her cell?”
“Unknown. But someone will pay. Now, that poison?” She nodded and went to her alchemy table, mixing ingredients until it sizzled menacingly, the stench strong enough my nose hairs felt as if they’d burned off. She put a cork in the vial and handed it over.
“Here. A few drops in each eye and she’ll never see again.”
“Will it hurt?” I asked, though I knew the answer from her grin.
