Page 87 of Venomous Lies
“What are you trying to say?!” I asked, outraged.
“He isn’t of your own kind, Miss Hallowes. If you had been raised properly, then you would know that.” My heart started pounding in my ears as he sat back, fingers steepled in front of him. “But there are more important matters to attend to right now than you soiling your bloodline.”
“Like whatever is going on out there on campus?” I asked through gritted teeth.
He waved me off as if I were an idiot. “No, nothing so trivial as all of that.”
Trivial? The entire campus full of professors and students was trivial?!
“Miss Hallowes, you’re the only person that can help us, and that means you’ll be coming with me.”
“Help you with what?” I asked, curious and needing answers.
‘Don’t let him take you anywhere, beastie.’
‘Hell no, but you said we needed answers.’
“A mate bond is an effective leash, something you are aware of.” I ignored his pointed jab at Bones, hoping he’d reveal more. “You didn’t think your attack happened for no reason, did you?”
Blood drained from my face as it hit me that he had orchestrated what happened in my dorm room. I touched my face, suddenly feeling the sting of the scratches.
“Granted, I did let Kazimir have his fun as long as he got what we needed,” he gloated. “You almost look passable now.”
My gaze shot to the fae beside him. A blank expression met my gaze, no regret or remorse to be seen.
“Why?” I breathed.
“Come with me, and I’ll tell you,” he offered.
“No.”
“Excuse me?” His tone turned dark as his fake smile dropped from his face. “You should be happy that your existence proved vital in any way.”
“I said no. I’m not going with you,” I replied, steeling myself. “I’m not leaving my friends or my mates to?—”
“Mates? As in plural?” Thatcher scrutinized me. “What else have you tied yourself to?”
“Whatelse?”
‘He’s too interested in that. Don’t answer him.’
‘I wasn’t exactly planning to. I’m not stupid.’
‘You need to get out of here before you lose control of your tongue. Or your powers. He won’t be so easy to take down.’
A rough hand gripped my upper arm, squeezing hard enough that I yelped in pain.
“Enough stalling,” Thatcher complained, hauling me up out of the chair. “That thing is only going to be controlled if you’re there.”
“Thing?” I hissed when he wrenched my arm hard enough that he almost pulled it out of its socket.What’s it with this asshole calling people things?
“Shut up. Kazimir, cover the?—”
A sickening crack sounded as darkness slammed into the room. Thatcher angrily yelled, but he loosened his hold on my arm.
Unwilling to lose my opening, I pulled my arm out of his grip and tried to find my way around the room.
Thatcher started cursing and yelling for Kazimir to do something while I knocked over anything in my way. Hopefully, I was keeping him away from me instead of just making it harder for me to get out of the room.
