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Shrivikas were extremely heightened beings with a taste for blood unlike any other. Not only did they need blood to survive, they could also taste every little detail and flavor in one’s blood. They could taste your fear, your hormones, and even diseases that spread throughout your body. This incredible ability came in handy when we wanted to interrogate people; just a small taste, and Beckett would be able to know if Vanessa was lying, measuring spikes of hormones coursing through her blood with each answer she gave.
She struggled in the cuffs, desperate to get her arm as far away from Beckett as possible, but it was no use. She was at his mercy as he unhooked the one closest to him, holding it in a secure grip. He flipped her hand palm-up before lowering his lips, his fangs piercing the fleshy part just below her thumb, a line of blood beginning to trickle down her wrist. He nodded to me, eyes steady.
We were ready to begin discovering the truth.
“Are you Elliot Wells?” I asked again.
Vanessa screeched, flailing in her seat like a wild animal trying to escape its cage. She kicked and bucked, one hand still chained to the table so she couldn’t escape, but she did whatever she could to keep herself away from her blood being taken. Beckett struggled to keep his grip on her arm, let alone getting his teeth close enough to taste the truth. She let out a howling screech as she kicked, the thump of her feet thrashed under the table before she connected with my shins, a sharp pain radiating up my leg. I banged my fist on the tabletop, grunting.
I had no more patience left for her.
“Liv,” I called out through my teeth.
Aliva’s tall, menacing form emerged right away on the threshold. She glided across the room to stand behind Vanessa. Without warning, she grabbed Vanessa, wrapping her long arms around her torso and shoving her back into her chair, one hand flexing around Vanessa’s throat. Vanessa struggled against her, but no longer with as much vigor now that Liv has her in a sensitive position.
“Relax,” Liv barked, her muscles flexing under her armor, sweat slowly beading along her dark forehead. “Either sit still and behave, or we tie you to the chair. Your choice.”
Those words seemed to get through to Vanessa, her body going limp within Liv’s grasp, although she kept a hold on her just in case. Vanessa gazed up at her, nothing but desperation now in her eyes. “Please.”
There was no point to the single pathetic word. She would get no sympathy from any of us, no matter how hard she tried.
“One more time.” I clenched my fists on top on the table, staring down my prey. “Are you Elliot Wells?”
“No!” she said, shrill and shaking.
I looked to Beckett, his lips already covered in a few drops of her blood. “Truth.”
Damnit, if only it could be that easy. But it didn’t matter; she was connected to him somehow.
“Is Vanessa your real name?”
Her jaw quivered. “Yes.”
“Lie,” Beckett said, his grip on her wrist and Liv’s on her throat tightening as she once again tried to yank away.
Vanessa’s fear pushed a dose of fire through me. “Are you a part of Elliot Wells’s Clan?”
“No.” She shook her head.
Beckett’s brows creased. “Truth.”
That wasn’t possible. “Are you somehow connected to Elliot Wells?”
“No!” she screamed, her next jerking movement pulling a few more pieces of hair from their containment.
“Lie.” Beckett’s lip quirked, attempting to hide a smile just as I was.
Now we were getting somewhere.
“Wereyou a part of his Clan?” I balled my fists on the table, my heart thumping loudly as I waited for the answer, hoping my newest theory was correct.
“No.”
“Lie.” Beckett growled, no longer able to hide the smug smirk.
“How long were you in his Clan?” I asked, trying my best to keep my voice steady.
A few wayward tears slowly began to spread down her cheeks, her gaze lowering to her lap. “Please…” she begged, shaking her head.
