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It's not impossible to do, I’ve done it, but it takes a lot of magic, and it’s not easy to do.
Storm takes the lead and quickly opens the door.
What I see inside has us pulling up short.
“Father?” I ask.
My father’s head snaps in my direction, and I immediately realise that it’s not my father, not as I knew him anyway.
“Farren, my murderer,” he smiles. “I’ll be glad to finally repay the favour.”
“He’s a Wraith,” Kill mutters.
“Secure him, he’s the best chance we have of finding the book,” I state. Not as bothered by this turn of events as I probably should be.
Godfrey growls, a sound that I have never heard him make before, and although he is stronger and more unpredictable as a Wraith, he is ofabsolutely no match for the guys, and they soon have him secured by Killian and Storm’s shadows.
He’s not going anywhere.
He’s stuck and extremely pissed about it.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Farren
“It’s fortunate that you’re here, we have a couple of questions for you,” Rival states, his cold.
“Why would I answer the questions of anyone who associates themselves with that whore? She’s a waste of air.” His gaze moves to me, the hatred in it sharp, “I tried to kill you over and over again, and you wouldn’t fucking die,” he rants. His evil gaze glued to me, “But I’m stronger now, and I have power on my side—more than you could ever imagine. I’ll finish the job this time. This time, when your blood drips through my fingers and your screams echo around the hallways, it will be for the last time. I’m going to savour it, I’m going to take you apart piece by piece.”
I roll my eyes as he continues to rant and rave. This is nothing I haven’t heard before, and even as a Wraith, there is nothing that he can do to me that would be worse, or hell, even close to what I’ve been through.
My reaction, however, is not the same as the guys.
Angry growls echo throughout the room, and the threat level rises even higher.
My gaze, however, is on Mayhem, he’s still.
Godfrey continues to insult me with his words and threats getting even more vile.
“Give me the room,” Mayhem’s voice is cold and dark. Deadly.
Storm doesn’t hesitate, he doesn’t argue, and he doesn’t question him. None of them do. They all just turn to leave, as Godfrey struggles and strains against the shadows that bind him.
“We’ll be outside,” Storm says, as he takes hold of my hand and gently tugs me out of the room when I stay where I am.
My gaze lands on Zev, and I’m actually kind of relieved that his expression holds the same confusion that mine does.
Mayhem doesn’t take his gaze off of Godfrey, and as we are about to close the door behind us, shutting him in the room. He speaks.
“Take the shadows off.”
The shadows disappear just as the door shuts.
“What are you doing?” I ask. “Do you think it’s safe to leave Mayhem alone in there, with no backup, and nothing holding my father, who is a fucking Wraith, in place?”
“Mayhem is the safest thing in that room,” Loki says, his expression serious.
I open my mouth to argue because I know that Mayhem is a really strong supernatural, but Godfrey is a fucking Wraith and a coherent one at that. He shouldn’t be as coherent as he is. He shouldn’t fucking be here, he’s dead.
