Page 101 of Star Claimed Omega
In seconds, they glimmered through the shields of the cell and the plex glass to come to a stop before the aging mafia boss.
‘Fokk, that’s a neat trick.’
Varnok’s trite remark didn’t disguise his awe at the spectral abilities of the men in front of him.
Santi smirked. ‘You’re wishing you could flex like that, and use it to escape this prison, aren’t you. Pity you’re outclassed in all ways, yet your compulsive narcissist ass with a flair for self-destruction will never admit it. However, we’re not here to swap compliments, Varnok. We want to talk aboutTheRed Queen.’
Varnok’s humor vanished. He went rigid, eyes burning.
‘What about her?’
Santi shrugged. ‘We hear she’s coming for you, looking to bust you out so you can cause even more havoc than she has on her own. We won’t let her.’
Kaal leaned forward. ‘We’ll capture her and tear her claws out before she sets you free.’
Varnok’s eyes burned.
With no warning, he lunged for Kaal.
Kaal sighed. ‘Here we go.’
He glimmered, his body dissolving into smoke and flame, transforming into his wraith-wolf form, his claws glinting spectral silver.
Santi followed, phasing into his violet-and-gold lupine form, his frame humming with raw aetheric power.
Varnok didn’t stand a chance.
Moments later,the Carmine Cardinalwas restrained, strapped to the recliner, sweat pouring off him as he blinked up at the phantom wolves looming over him.
‘What thefokkdo you two want?’ he croaked.
‘We made it clear. Tell us who she is and where she is, or we’ll become your worst nightmare, Varnok,’ Santi rasped, shifting back into solid appearance.
The temperature in the cell dropped.
Varnok went still. His eyes darkened.
‘Her name is one you should not utter unless you’re ready to bleed.’
Santi kept his posture lazy, but his tone sharpened. ‘We know she is yours, and we suspect you’re blood. Where can we find her?’
Varnok’s hands curled into loose fists.
‘How thefokkwould I know? I don’t own her. You can’t own fire. You can trap it long enough to warm yourself before it burns you alive.’
‘Poetic,’ Santi said, arching a brow. ‘Still doesn’t tell us where she is.’
‘What would you do with her, hmm? Chain her like me?’
Kaal exhaled, annoyed. ‘She’d be a Queen off the board. Stop playing games. Give us something, or we walk.’
Varnok chuckled, manic and glassy-eyed. ‘All I can say is that she’s wily, that one. I had to use the worst threat possible to keep her with me.’
‘Who is she to you?’ Santi asked.
‘She’s everything and nothing.’ He tapped his chest. ‘She sneaks up on you. Makes you fall for her. Then boom. She stabs you.’
‘So she’s a lover?’
