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A fun trick I’d learned throughout my years of training.
He winced, trying to stay upright, but there wasn’t a chance in hell of that unless he wanted to risk breaking a bone or two.
With a triumphant smile, I watched as he fell back on his ass. Though, my glee only lasted a mere second before he was scrambling back to his feet.
The flickers I’d seen in his eyes before turned to flames, and I was pretty sure his skin was darkening with every step forward.
I’d sworn this guy was a wolf shifter from first sight, but no shifter I’d ever seen visit the coven could do anything like that.
Thanks to the distraction, he was able to grab a hold of me again. His fingers dug into my biceps, pressing my arms into my sides and forcing me to remain immobile. “Who are you?” he spat.
“Kinsley Ash. A powerless witch that’s never left this coven,” I answered.
His head shook roughly. “Lies.”
I tried meeting his fiery gaze, but he wouldn’t focus on my stare. “Maybe you can tell me why you wanted to kill me in the first place, and we can answer some of each other’s questions?”
Reasoning with a psychopath didn’t seem like the best solution, but I didn’t see any other way out of this. Sure, thanks to the shitty-but-should-have-been-amazing mate connection between us, he couldn’t kill me, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t hurt me if he wanted to.
And I was more than sure he wanted to.
Chapter3
GRAYSON
I’d fucking known better. I should have listened to my instincts. I shouldn’t have taken this job. What was supposed to be a simplesnatch, grab, and maybe killhad turned into something more, something I wasn’t sure I could believe.
Normally, it was easy for me to decipher the truth from any lie, but when Kinsley spoke, my mind felt foggy as it fought between believing what I was told and what she was saying.
The mate bond, if it was even real, was the last thing I needed.
I’d always known the possibility of meeting my mate was there, but I’d hoped that day would never come.
Now, looking everywhere but at Kinsley’s tempting, cerulean eyes, I tried to reject her again.
“If you accept my rejection, I won’t kill you,” I bargained.
The job didn’t actually require me to take her life, so I wasn’t lying. Though, taking her life had been preferable after seeing the photos of those children.
She scoffed in my face. “Bullshit. You can’t even look me in the eyes when you say that. How about we back up a hot minute and you tell me why the hell you’re here?”
The sincerity of her confusion only served to make matters worse for me.
Nobody knew of my extra ability to tell truth from lie. At least, none who were still alive. Well, aside from D, but he wouldn’t have anything to do with this. I knew that without a single doubt.
And this mate bond… Could it have been fabricated by a powerful enough witch?
I hadn’t thought so, but the more muddled my thoughts became, the more I believed—and hoped—that might be the case.
I secured her wrist and jerked her toward me. Her chest collided with mine, but I ignored the heat that scorched through me from the contact.
“You don’t get to ask the questions here,” I snarled. “You are my prisoner and nothing more. Keep your mouth shut and this will go a lot easier for the both of us.”
She surprised me when she used her other hand to punch me right in the neck, causing my throat to ache instantly. It was just another thing to add to my confusion. She kept using physical defensive moves instead of magical ones.
Thanks to my shock, she broke free of my hold and began running in the opposite direction, back toward her coven.
With a growl, I lengthened my stride and wrapped both arms around her waist. “I said you’re coming with me. Whatever magic you’re using might prevent me from killing you, but that won’t stop me from taking you where you belong.”
