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Tharion eyed the female. Definitely an Alpha, with that solid stance, those bright eyes. The lack of fear in them. “The Vipe’s all about business.”
“You’re rich,” Ari said to Flynn.
“It’s not about money for her,” Marc said. “She’s got more than she knows what to do with. It’d take a trade.”
Tharion frowned toward the hallway—the door that led to the Viper Queen’s private chambers. “Who’s with her right now?”
“Some female,” Ari answered, rising to her feet and padding toward the hall. She reached the door to her room and said over a shoulder, “Pretty blond in an imperial uniform.” The dragon didn’t say anything else as she shut her bedroom door. Then locked it.
“We need to get out of here,” Declan said, voice low. “Immediately.”
“What’s wrong?” Flynn asked. Declan was already reaching for his handgun, Marc easing to his feet beside him with feline grace.
Tharion peered down the hall in time to see the door swing open. The Viper Queen, clad in a blue silk tracksuit and white high-top sneakers, sauntered toward them, hooped gold earrings swaying beneath her black bob. “Just a moment,” she said to whoever was in the room behind her. “Your kind of poison’s downstairs. Takes a minute to get.”
Tharion stiffened as the snake shifter entered the room, surveying his friends.
“You missed a spot of Sabine’s blood on your hands,” she drawled to Flynn.
They all glared at her. But it was the Fendyr heir who shot to her feet and snapped, “You’re no better than the Astronomer, keeping these people here, drugging and—”
The Viper Queen cut her off. “Lower the hackles, little Fendyr.” She surveyed Sigrid from her wet hair to her baggy sweats. “Staying here’s free, but a wardrobe upgrade will cost you.”
“Let them go,” Sigrid commanded, voice like thunder. “The dragon and the mer—let them go.”
Tharion didn’t let the Alpha’s ferocity get his hopes up. Not as the Viper Queen laughed. “Why would I do that? They bring in good business.” She cut Tharion a mocking smirk as she stalked for the door, headed to get whatever drugs her client down the hall wanted. “When they’re not blowing their load after a few minutes.”
Tharion bristled, crossing his arms. But as soon as the Viper Queen had shut the door, vanishing outside, clipped footsteps sounded from down the hall.
Dec and Flynn drew their guns. Holstrom had his claws out. Tharion unsheathed his own, his entire body tensing.
“Put those away,” said a cool female voice. Terror stole any last traces of Tharion’s brain fog.
“Oh fuck,” Flynn breathed.
“You open that door,” the Hind said mildly, “and Prince Ruhn dies.”
9
Bryce and Nesta pushed through the tunnel for hours, tense silence filling the space between them again. Worse than before.
It was typical, Bryce realized, of her interactions with the Fae she knew from her own world. She didn’t know why it somehow … disappointed her to realize it.
They paused once, Nesta wordlessly tossing her a water canteen along with a roll of dark bread.
“You brought provisions,” Bryce said around a mouthful of the faintly sweet, moist roll. “Seems weird, considering you intended to bring me right back to the cell.”
Nesta only swigged from her canteen. “I had a feeling I might be running around after you for a while.”
“Long enough to need to stop to eat?” Their gazes met, Nesta’s silvered in Bryce’s starlight.
“We don’t know these caves. I prepared for anything.”
“Not the Wyrm, apparently.”
“You’re alive, aren’t you?”
Bryce couldn’t help her snort. “Fair enough.”
