Chapter 383
Chapter 383
Blair
My heart races as the two men tower over me, they weren’t in the cell with me and yet it felt like they were taking up all the space.
Dane with his strange crimson eyes, watches me as Abraxas talks but I don’t even hear him over the rush of blood that’s happening inside my head. I do nothing but stare back, trying to make sense of his mouth movements, still, nothing sinks in.
The more I try, the more my head hurts and my lungs feel like they are working overtime. A panic attack Sammie had called it moments before I agreed to have the drip bag removed from my arm.
Abraxas clicks his fingers, “Are you even listening?”
I wanted to say no, tell him that his words are not sinking in, but nothing moves. My muscles fail me in every way possible. I was pretty sure I would piss myself if there were any fluids left in my bladder.
Sammie had said that we have a fight or flight mode embedded in us. It’s only now with no Lycan that I would learn the true meaning of it. But what did it mean when I found myself unable to move or speak to the men who had put me here?
fear.” I only catch Abraxas’s final word. Somehow and somewhere, it seemed like I had forgotten what he was capable of.
I force myself to lower my head and take a few deep breaths. Is this how everyone had felt moments before I killed them? Did they feel like everything was moving in slow motion as they faced their death? Or were they paralysed with fear?
The back of my eyes burn as I try to hold in the tears. I was already weak enough without them seeing me in a blubbering mess. Something that I would have laughed at if it were anyone else.
The cell door is pulled open and Dane moves towards me. He grabs my elbow and rips me up onto my feet.
“What…what are you doing?” I croak.
He smiles at me, but it looks forced, or maybe it has a hidden meaning. It’s pointless for me to try and guess, he wouldn’t tell me anyway.
A tear breaks free and I wish I was able to wipe it away without them seeing but with my hands still bound together, it’s impossible and instead it runs freely down my cheek.
Abraxas brings a chair into my cell and Dane forces me on it. Abraxas holds a cup to my mouth, the cool liquid tickles my lips but I turn my head away. Poison would be a slow death even without my abilities.
“It’s just water.” He mutters
I peer up at his hazel eyes. I couldn’t tell if he was lying or not and I certainly couldn’t smell if there was any poison in the water.
My throat is dry, every swallow is like razor blades are making their way through my flesh. I hadn’t had a drink in ages and take a chance.
Sipping it, I’m relieved. The cold
water is the best thing I’ve tasted in hours and it beats that weird tasting juice that Sammie kept giving me She kept insisting that my taste buds needed to adapt too, so drank it, but each and every time pulled a face because of the weird bitter
after taste.
“I need you to answer some questions.” Dane tells me and my eyes move to Abraxas. “He is merely here to make sure that I’m getting the truth from you.”
My head moves up and down. I wasn’t risking lying to them, not now and that strange knot appears where my stomach should be.
“So let’s start with a few trial questions. What is your name?”
“Blair Everwood.” I whisper. But I see the way they look at each other. They were expecting me to say Kitson.
“How many siblings do you have?”
“Thr…Four.” I mutter almost forgetting my new half sibling, she must be five months old by now. “Two half sisters and two half brothers.” I confirm “How many people have you killed?”
I shrug my shoulders.
“An estimate.”
I frown, keeping count was not
something that bothered or
interested me. I knew many did, but was paid and counting was pointless. Once the job was done, I moved on to the next client. “Maybe a hundred.”