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“First, I’m going to raid the refrigerator. Then, I’m going to go and get some damn answers. Are you in?” I asked him, holding out my hand.
A grim smile curled at his lips as he placed his hand in my own.
“I’m in.” 1
After three bottles of water, two blood bags, and a sandwich, I was finally ready to get some answers.
Nolan and I marched into the building that served as the pack’s prison, which was now heavily guarded from the inside out, and went straight down to the bottom levels the witches were being housed in.
During our trip down, Nolan explained where their interrogations had led them for each individual witch.
“Most of them are genuinely loyal to the
Blood Witch, but there are a few that are following her out of fear. We haven’t gotten anything useful out of them. Typically…typically torture is the route we would take, but I didn’t want to make that choice without your support.” Nolan confessed, his jaw tense.
On any other occasion, my mate would have no issue torturing a few souls to get information that might keep the people of this pack safe. Whether they were male or female, he’d have no issue doing what was necessary, but a few of those witches were barely older than pre-teens.
Guilt wormed its way into my head. Was I doing the right thing? Was torturing these witches what really needed to be done? At the end of the day, I was one of them. The thought of torturing my own people felt…wrong.
“Does it make me a bad Luna if I said I don’t want them tortured?” I asked him, lowering my voice as we passed a group of guards changing shifts.
“No, it doesn’t. You have a duty to the witches just as much as you do the Vampire’s and Werewolves.”
Nolan replied.
Before I could reply, a voice echoed down the hall.
“Well well, if it isn’t my favorite Luna.”
“Zeke.” I grinned, opening my arms.
The smirking Alpha pulled me in for a hug, making a show of plucking me off the ground. He swayed left and right, chuckling when my legs flailed from the movement. After a few seconds, Nolan cleared his throat. Zeke set me upright and tried to pat down my now messed up hair. I swatted his hands away, my heart leaping when an actual smile crossed his face.
It wasn’t as wide or as carefree as it had once been, but it was a start.
“I’m guessing you’re here to see Tessa?” Zeke deduced, only looking partially disgruntled.
I did make note that he’d actually said. her name. Lately, he’d been finding every reason not to.
“Sure are.” I replied.
Zeke shrugged. “She’s not going to tell you anything, but it’s always worth a try.”
He led us to the observation room, and through the pane of glass I made out Tessa’s curly brown hair.
She was propped up on the cot, her back against the wall and her head reclined as she hummed under her breath.
When her cell door swung open, allowing Nolan and I to step inside, her eyes snapped open. Zeke followed behind, and as her attention settled on him, I swore I saw a flash of regret cross her face. It was gone before I could truly take note of it, leaving me to wonder if I’d imagined the entire thing.
“You’ve got visitors.” Zeke drawled, crossing his arms, and leaning against the doorframe.
Her eyes lingered on his for such an uncomfortably long time that I couldn’t help but mind-link Nolan to ask what the hell had happened while I was out of it.
‘I have no clue. Zeke’s been visiting her cells everyday for the past four days.’ He replied.
“I know why you’re here.” Tessa sighed, her shoulders curving inward on themselves. “It…it doesn’t matter what I tell you. It’s too late. You’re too late.”
I knelt down to her level, forcing every shred of urgency into my voice.
“Tell us how to stop this, Tessa. Do you understand how many people are going to die? How many children?”
She chewed on her lower lip. “You can’t stop what’s coming. None of you can.
“That’s bullshit and you know it.” I snarled softly. “There’s always a way.
“Not this time.” She whispered, staring down at her hands. When she looked up, her eyes were watery.
“You can’t stop what’s coming, because it’s already here.”
There was no amount of arguing, no amount of begging that would make Tessa change her mind. It didn’t matter how many lingering stares she threw Zeke’s way, or the number of times regret, or some other emotion flashed in her eyes. She wasn’t budging, not in the slightest. Left with no choice, I did the next best thing.
I called Rowena.
She took one look at Tessa, and determination flooded her features, forcing her to press her ruby-red lips into a thin line.
“Midnight.” Rowena said. “We’ll do the spell at midnight. Make sure you drink lots of blood before then.”
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I stared at Tessa, giving her this one chance to come clean. She pulled her. knees up to her chest and continued to look down at her hands, running her eyes over the faint lines along her palms. Zeke shook his head in disappointment and left her cell, not once looking back.
Determination filled my voice and body as I turned back to Rowena and said, “I’ll be ready.”
Midnight, that was when Rowena would start the spell that would crack open Tessa’s mind and unleash her innermost thoughts.
There were risks involved, serious risks.
For one, Zeke could go insane. His own subconscious shredded in an attempt to reach Tessa’s. Two, what Tessa said. earlier could be right. 1
What if doing the spell doesn’t matter? What if the witches are already here?
We had all day to kill, and I was seriously not looking forward to it. Well, that was until Nolan said he had something planned for us, something we needed to do. 1
“You’re not going to tell me where we’re going, are you?” I grumbled; my voice disgruntled even though my insides were. twisting with excitement.
Nolan’s laugh was low and smooth, rumbling in his chest. It tickled the spot in between my shoulder blades, right where his body met my back. Thanks to the blindfold he tied around my face, all I could see was red, scraggly fabric. He’d put it on right after we stopped by his parent’s house and made me keep it on the entire car ride. Even my nose seemed content on betraying me, because the only scents I picked up were that of the town and forest.
“Nope. Not even if you begged.” He hummed thoughtfully. “Actually, scratch that. I might just tell you if you beg.”
Never one to pass up an opportunity, I dug my heels into the dirt and jutted my lower lip out in a pout.
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