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“I know that look is meant to deter me, but you just look pathetically mushy,” I say, causing Zohar to snort.
He deadpans and rolls his eyes.
Appearance wise, Necos shouldn’t fit in with our group. Where we’re handsome, he’s got a big nose.
Where we’ve got beautiful hair, his needs a comb ran through it.
Where we’re—
“Enough,” Necos says, frowning at me as if he can hear my mind. He can’t, but I bet he knows I’m thinking some unsavoury things about him. “Get inside so we can lock these doors. You’re lucky Etrix and Ciar were thoughtful enough to warn us you were coming or I’d have blasted you.”
Thoughtful? Those fuckers?
I roll my eyes and step inside, letting him lock the door behind us. The room is mostly clear, and the mostly part is what has me grinning like a fool.
“What is going on here?” Zohar demands, not as enamoured with the presents in front of us as I am.
Boring fuck.
“They’re here to take Zoe,” Etrix says, turning to grin at me with blood coating his suit. Blood that most definitely doesn’t belong to him. Gesturing with his wrist, he motions to Ciar. “Ciar here has scared them a little, but you’re more than welcome to help get some answers.”
“I think we just need to get some revenge,” Ciar replies, cracking his knuckles. He looks pretty menacing in his dark clothes, but when his cheeky eyes meet mine, he winks, and I know he’s just having a good time.
“Settle down,” Eirik says, rolling his eyes. “Did you two run into any trouble?”
“Nah,” I reply, and Zohar backs me up with an identical shake of his head. “We cleared the hallways before coming here.”
“Good,” Eirik says with a firm nod. “The King has been transported to a safe haven and Aria—”
“Fuck off,” I hoot, roaring with laughter. “He didn’t take her?”
“Even worse,” Necos says, drawing my attention his way. He’s monitoring cameras, looking around the castle.
Hm, I wonder if he caught my impressive moment.
“How could it be worse?” Zohar asks, raising an eyebrow.
“He was going to leave her at the table,” Necos replies. “And run away before the attack had even begun.”
Zohar and I roar with laughter as Eirik’s face fills with embarrassment and shame. I can’t cope.
Etonik is a solid fucking coward. The innate behaviour within him makes him a terrible leader, and an even worse husband, which is saying a lot.
I hate Aria, just on principle to support Eirik, but I wouldn’t have left her to die.
Fucking tiny-prick prick.
“Yeah, yeah,” Eirik mutters, rubbing at his face. “So, he’s gone, Aria and her lot are at a separate location. The guests are all home, with a talking ban covering them from talking about the attack.”
“Smart,” Zohar says, no longer laughing. I’m still chuckling away, watching Ciar and Etrix double-team their prisoners.
A familiar cry fills the air, the particular pitch a note I love to hear, as I hear one of the others moaning underneath his gag. I walk over there and spot the familiar movements from Ciar just as he cuts off one of their toes.
Not a finger, or a hand, or a worthy limb that he’d depend on to survive.
A toe.
Pathetic.
