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‘I’ll come for you, Daisy.’ Nolan murmured, ‘When I find you, you’re never leaving my sight. You know that, right?’
‘After all of this, you won’t be able to shake me.’ I chuckled, but quickly turned serious. ‘Nolan, I don’t have time to explain the details, but I have someone else here we need to rescue. My half-sister, I can’t leave her behind. You know you can’t come here, right? You need to stay with the pack, lead thembe their Alpha.’
‘Daisy, you’re not keeping me away from you. Not again.’ Nolan snarled, but I could hear the hesitation in his words.
He knew I was right, but neither of us wanted to admit it. I wanted him here, more than anythingbut the pack came first. They needed their leader, they needed Nolan to instill courage, hope and motivation within them. Nolan was the glue that held this pack together, and right now, they needed him more than I did.
‘Nolan, we’ll see each other again. I promise.’ I murmured softly, ‘Our pack needs you. What kind of
Luna would I be if I put my needs before the pack?’
The link between us went silent for a few moments, then Nolan finally replied.
‘Alright.’ Nolan sighed; his voice heavy. ‘I’ll send a group to come and get you both. It’s going to take a couple hours; I can’t let my men walk in there blind. I’ll pull up the blueprints and scout out every exit, and guard locations. By tonight, you’ll be in my arms.’
‘My sisterHolly, she said that once our Father leaves with his men, that the warehouse will have little guards. Their leaving at sunset tomorrow. That’s our best window, and will cause the least amount of damage. They have me locked in a room, I’m on the Eastern side of the warehouse, on the second floor.’
‘If you can, try and get your sister in the same room when the time comes.’ Nolan replied, ‘It’ll be easier to get the two of you out without having to scour the warehouse.’
‘I’ll do what I can. I love you Nolan, so much.’ I exhaled, sending the rush of emotion through the mate-
bond. As my hearing increased, and I heard the heavy steps of someone walking down the hall, I called out to Nolan. ‘I have to go, someone’s coming.’
Just as I dove under the bed and emerged with the silver cuffs, my bedroom door opened and Tristan stepped inside. His eyes were still haunted, torn between what he believed and what his King expected of him. Tristan was still insufferable, but I had learned more about him than I ever thought possible. I didn’t fool myself into thinking I earned Tristan’s loyalty, but he had helped me where no one else would.
“If I had been anyone else, you’d be monumentally screwed right now.” Tristan glared at me, his eyes flickering down to the cuffs in my hands.
“Well, I guess I got lucky.” I huffed, “Do I need to put these back on?”
“You do.” Tristan nodded stiffly, “Your Father requests your presence for dinner.”
“Dinner?” I grimaced, “I thought Vampire’s didn’t eat human food.”
“They don’t.” Tristan spoke darkly, “He wants to make sure you’re still under my control before he leaves. I’m not sure how, but he’s going to test you, Daisy. Whatever you do, don’t break.”
My stomach was in knots the entire walk down stairs and into the massive dining room. All traces of the usual warehouse appearance had been wiped away.
While the outside of the warehouse looked run-down and desolate, the inside was completely remodeled.
A long table sat in the center of the room, a couple of clear vases with blood-red roses sat on top. I kept my eyes forward, letting them glaze over as I ignored my surroundings. The silver cuffs were back on my wrist, cutting me off from my wolf and my pack. I noticed my Father at the head of the table, with
Holly sitting off to the side. Her eyes held just a flicker of fear within them as she noticed my presence. I pretended not to see her, pretended not to care.
Tristan pulled back a chair for me, and I sat almost robotically. I could feel my Father’s eyes on me, narrow and assessing. If he had any suspicions, he didn’t voice them. Tristan pulled out a chair across from me, sitting down beside Holly. I kept my eyes straight ahead, focusing on an oil painting that hung on the wall.
“Has she been fighting your control?” My Father asked, turning to look at Tristan.
“She did at first, but I expected as much.” Tristan nodded, playing the part of the dutiful soldier well.
Part of me wanted to let out a dark laugh. My Father had clearly been furious at Giovanni’s betrayal, but had no inkling that another traitor sat in his midst. “Since the traitor and his b***h were let go, she’s calmed down quite a bit.”
“Very good.” My Father nodded, his eyes drifting over to me. I resisted the urge to stiffen as I wondered if he planned on testing me. I felt as though I were playing the part well, but I had no idea if my Father could see through my act. “She will soon learn it is all but pointless to stand against me. That in time, I will win. The sooner she cuts those pesky ties to her pack, the better.”
I could feel my anger spike, but regained control before my sporadic heartrate gave me away. While I pretended to be under Tristan’s complete control, my Father knew I could still hear everything around me. Tristan had entered my mind multiple times, each time seeking to gain a foothold, but always failed. I could only wonder what it would have felt like if he truly managed to latch himself onto my mind, embedding himself in my thoughts. How would it feel to lose all control, to be forced to sit and listen to my surroundings, unable to do anything?
“It seems with Daisy completely under your control, I have no need for my other daughter.” My Father shrugged, as though this were just a normal occurrence. My Father’s cold eyes were on me the entire time, gauging my reaction as his words settled in my ears. “Dispose of her for me, Tristan. Make it slow.”
“Yes, my Lord.” Tristan murmured, and in a flash, he was out of his chair.
His movements were a blur, and when I blinked, he was standing. Tristan held Holly in front of him, her mouth gaping as his hands gripped her slender neck. I could see her pleading with me, her eyes wide and full of terror. Pain echoed within me as I fought the urge to leap from my own seat.
He wouldn’t actually k**l her, I tried to tell myself. She’s his daughter, I repeated like a mantra. I knew my Father held no qualms with k*****g the two of us. He would do so once we lost our use, wanting nothing but our power and our ability to take the throne.
With all the strength I had inside of me, I kept my head straight, my eyes blank. My hands were relaxed as they sat on my lap, my breaths slow and even. Holly visibly trembled from the corner of my eye, shaking as Tristan’s hands gripped her neck.
“Daisy, please.” Holly whimpered, but the sound was quickly cut off as Tristan squeezed her throat.
“Continue.” My Father nodded, never once taking his eyes off my face.
Holly’s whimpers turned into a low croak, and I watched as her eyes began to widen and bulge. My control was slipping with each passing second, with each garbled gasp for oxygen that would never come. Just as I began to break, and my fingers started to twitch, my Father turned his eyes back to
Tristan.
“Good, that’ll be enough.” My Father nodded, never once glancing at his other daughter, the one who desperately gasped for air.
‘You did good.’ Tristan’s voice drifted through my mind.
I wanted to respond, I really did, but I was shaken to my core. I couldn’t ignore the hurt look Holly gave me, nor could I ignore how I almost watched my half-sister d*e. Our Father held no remorse, no sympathy for his wheezing daughter. As though this were a normal occurrence, Holly sat back down in her seat, her eyes down on her lap.
A few moments later, a silver cart rolled into the room. One of my Father’s servants placed a plate in front of me, along with a tall glass of blood. I had grown used to the taste of blood, had come to anticipate it with every meal. Blood had become more fulfilling than food, sending a surge of strength and bliss through my veins. A thick steak sat in the center of my plate, along with some steamed broccoli and mashed potatoes. The scent of the food wasn’t nearly as appealing as the blood. Neither my Father nor Tristan had a plate in front of them, only a tall glass of blood. Just as my Father lifted the glass to his lips, Holly began cutting into her steak. I followed suit, lifting my own glass as robotically as
I could. The blood washed down my throat, chasing away the lingering fear I had felt as I watched
Tristan choke Holly. My muscles relaxed, my brain clearing as the blood coursed through me. After I drained the glass, I moved onto my steak. I cut the piece of meat into little cubes, all whilst keeping my eyes glazed and uninterested. The steak tasted like ash in my mouth, as did the rest of the food.
Dinner finished shortly after, and Tristan escorted me back into my bedroom. He lingered in my room for a few moments, making sure no one had followed us. His lips were turned down in a frown, his eyebrows pressed together in irritation.
“Did you enjoy nearly k*****g Holly?” I laughed dryly, “How you can pretend to be so loyal is beyond me.”
“We both played our parts well tonight.” Tristan replied, his tone hard and cold. “That girl deserves better. She’s been through far more than you. If you don’t remember, your Father took her from her home months ago. She’s endured him much longer than you have. I’m not a good person, I never claimed to bebut I am nothing like your Father.”
As Tristan turned to leave my room, and errant thought crossed my mind. Tristan had become an unlikely, and somewhat unwanted, ally. I wouldn’t have the information I did without him. I needed to know where he would go after this, what he would do.
“Where will you go after this?” I asked, my voice low. “I’m sure you have no intention on sticking around after Nolan gets me and Holly out of this place.”
“What will I do?” Tristan murmured thoughtfully, “I have no idea, Daisy. That’s been the question all along.”
“Come with us.” I suggested, flinching at the tone of my voice. I still felt the lingering effects of his mark, but I no longer held any romantic feelings towards him. Nolan’s mark had all but scorched the emotions from me, only leaving room for him. Regardless, it wouldn’t hurt to have another ally on our side.
Tristan was clearly my Father’s right-hand man. With everything he knew at our disposal, we had a much better chance at winning this war.
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