Page 109 of A Promise so Bold and Broken

“Lessia.” Raine’s voice drifted toward her as Merrick’s strong hand pulled her to him. “One of the half-Fae was a voider.”

“I don’t know what the fuck that is, Raine!” She struggled against Merrick’s grip, desperate to claw Meyah’s damn eyes out. “Where is she!”

“Listen to me,” Merrick hissed into her ear. “A voider is someone who can move between places in seconds. As in between Vastala and Ellow in seconds. They took Frelina.”

“That’s not the only problem,” Raine said.

Lessia didn’t like his tone.

Not one damned bit.

“Bowen,” Meyah almost sang. “Give her her sight back. I believe her bodyguard will keep her from doing something stupid. He seems to have understood already.”

Lessia lunged as soon as she could see again.

But Merrick was too strong.

Holding her against his chest, he hissed, “You need to calm down.”

She panted as she glared at Meyah, who only looked back at her with a mildly bored expression.

Ardow shook his head as he stared at the leader, and he started to back away, trying to get to Venko, when Meyah’s fingers dug into his arm, stopping him.

Tilting her head, she smiled at him. “Ardow, you know we must make some hard decisions during war. You’ve executed some of them… Remember dear Craven?”

“Th-that’s different,” Ardow stuttered. “Frelina is innocent! She doesn’t have anything to do with this.”

“No one is innocent.” Meyah tsked. “Especially not someone with the Rantzier name.”

She shot Lessia a look that had her growl, her canines rasping against her bottom lip, wanting nothing more than to rip out the shifter’s throat.

“Lessia,” Merrick warned, and she nearly bit him again before she got ahold of herself.

She wanted to scream.

Hurt someone.

Kill someone.

She’d just gotten Frelina back!

“You should be proud, Ardow,” Meyah cooed. “You’re the one who made this possible.”

Ardow blinked at her before spinning back toward Lessia. “I promise, I have no idea what she’s talking about.”

She didn’t know why… but she believed him.

“Spit it out, Meyah,” Lessia got out through clamped teeth.

“She’s been tracking us,” Merrick said when Meyah took too long.

Meyah winked at him. “Good, Death Whisperer.”

It was Merrick’s turn to snarl—a snarl so vicious it made Lessia’s bones shake.

“Do not test me, shifter,” he hissed. “One more word, and I’ll rip your fucking head off.”

That was not the right thing to say.

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