Chapter 463

Chapter 463

Her grey eyes are wide as he pulls her to her feet and Damien removes his hand. “Now?” she whispers

“Yes.” Neah replies

We keep Samara sandwiched between Damien and I as we move up the steps and back out into the night. She doesn’t try to get away or to challenge us. But the moment she steps out onto the grass, she sucks in oxygen like it was her last chance.

Damien watches Samara with interest as Neah tells her what is about to happen.

“What do you want me to say to him?” Samara asks

“That’s down to you.” Neah replies.

“I don’t understand.”

*You came here for help, even though you went about it the wrong way. Now it’s your turn to prove yourself.” “You want me to kill him?”

“No.” Damien tells her. “You just need to make him believe that we don’t know you are there. That Klaus broke you out.”

*He knows when I’m lying.”

*Then you better figure out how to cover it up.” Neah tells her.

*Okay…okay. I can do this.” Samara mutters to herself. Her grey eyes settle on me. “You are the one he believes is his mate.”

“Yes.”

“One other thing.” Neah tells us. “Do not mention Kade.”

“We will come down to the gate with you.” Damien tells me. “But you need to go on ahead. If anything changes, link me.” He commands

“You can link Wolves?” Samara whispers to him

“I can.”

She cocks her head but doesn’t speak

Eric is on guard at the gate. He doesn’t question anything. I’m assuming Damien linked him because he doesn’t ever work the gate.

Samara makes a little squeak as we move through the gates. I’m guessing from the length of time she had been in our dungeons, she never expected to have any form of freedom. Though she still doesn’t have it now.

“How far?” She whispers to me after we break away from Neah and Damien.

“He is hiding out in Blair’s house.”

*Still?”

“Well I guess we will find out.”

She doesn’t ask any other questions. If anything, I was a little surprised. She had been tossed into a plan with no real details but she took it in her stride.

The house eventually comes into view. “I screwed it up with Blair, didn’t I?” she whispers. “She was a good friend and I just couldn’t tell her everything.”

“That happens sometimes.” I mutter, watching the house. There was a single light on like always. Once night fell we stayed in the main room. One, so he could block the main door. Two, so he could keep an extra close eye on me. Was he watching me now?

The front door swings open and I see a boot before him. Purposely moving slow as he steps out. “I know you are there.” He calls out. “I can smell you.”

I step out of the shadows, my hands hold Samara’s behind her back. I couldn’t do what Damien had suggested when all I felt was anger. The fucker had stabbed me.

He takes one more step in our direction. I watch him sniff the air. Neah had been right about that, he wanted to make sure we were alone.

“I didn’t think you would come back to me.”

*They had me in……” Samara starts.

“I’m not talking to you Sam. We will discuss you soon enough.” I feel her tense up. The promises he had made her had never been followed through.

*I brought you your sister.” I mutter

*Then you should bring her inside.” He grins at me

I push Samara forward and she lets out a growl that I’m hoping is just for him. “Is it really you or are you projecting?”

“It’s me.”

I plaster on a smile.

*I was certain I had upset you. But I realise now you were probably confused and disorientated. I shouldn’t have drugged you and I have been looking for a way to make it up to you.” He tells me

“What about me?” Samara asks.

His tone changes as his eyes narrow. “I told you, I would get to you.”

*No Coop! You promised me. You said you would come for me. I have been stuck in that shitty little dungeon and not once did you try and get me!”

I was almost impressed, considering she told Neah she couldn’t lie.

“Sam. You weren’t in danger.”

*The risk of being killed wasn’t danger?” She snaps at him.

Cooper slaps her face hard, knocking her to the ground. “I said we will discuss it.”

Her grey eyes are ablaze, as his handprint is left behind but she stays on the floor. Possibly trying to contain her Lycan. I knew how hard it had been for Neah in the early days.

“You don’t need to hit her.” I speak calmly. “She has been locked up. Limited food. Had her head shaved.”

He looks at me. “She is supposed to be strong, bloodthirsty. Now look at her, she has become useless.”