Page 48 of Tangled Fates

“You have to do bad things in order for you to survive, and in our line of work, some people think we are the good guys, and some think we are the bad guys,” I said, turning around.

“Do you kill people?” she asked softly sitting on the bed.

I didn’t know how to answer that without sounding heartless. “I don’t kill for money, but if our job requires someone to be taken care of to complete it, then we do it.”

“Would you have killed me if I was in the way of what you needed? Or would they have?” Her gaze was hard like she wanted to be mad.

“No, I don't think any of us would kill you,” I said quickly. “We kill when someone is hostile, or we know they are a horrible person. With you, any one of us would have neutralized you and gotten what we needed.”

“You don’t know how Oria is made?” Her questions were throwing me off.

“No, it's a mystery to the world, no one knows,” I said, wondering where her questioning was going. “Look, do you know who makes it? Is it the witch who left?”

Uneasiness coursed through me as I studied her. She sat on her bed with her hands playing with her long blonde hair.

“Ria—”

“That’s not my name,” she said. “Well, it’s not my full name.”

I searched her face for something to go by, when fear shot through me, and I realized it wasn’t my own.

“What is your name?”

“My name is?—”

A small tremor vibrated the room.

“You don’t have a dragon that protects you in this tower, right?” I chuckled.

“No, but Demetri is a shapeshifter and I have heard he can change into a dragon,” Sunshine said, with no humor in her face.

“Shit, stay here, Sunshine,” I yelled, before leaving the room.

I ran down the steps feeling the tower shake again. It was subtle, but just enough that I worried Demitri was up to something bad. Passing the main floor, I ran to the storage room where we had him with the door splintered open and Demitri already going down the stairs.

Shit.

“You know you can’t escape.” I followed him, letting him think he had the ability to get away.

Give your captives false hope and take it away.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Soren waiting for Demitri, he grinned, thankful our twin thing was still ok.

“Ah, Demitri leaving without thanking us for our hospitality.” Soren grinned as the crazy cat hissed at Demitri.

“And here I thought you liked our accommodations.” I closed the door.

“She’s going to rip you to shreds when she finds out what you have done,” he coughed, wincing from the broken ribs he had received during an interrogation. “If you take her, she will stop at nothing to find her. She is her property.”

“Who?” My twin looked at him confused, glancing at me.

“Laima will make your death the most painful possible,” he chuckled “And I’ll be there watching?—”

A vial broke on his chest making his knees buckle immediately.

“Her property?” Sunshine’s voice was lethal.

“You know this truth serum won’t work on me, she’s put me and the men, including Tay, under a spell,” he sneered at her. “Did you open those pretty legs for them, is that why they thought they had to save you?”

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