Page 4 of Knowing Trust

I’d never seen the dogs eat a person, normally only burn them with fae fire.

But they could. They could fucking eat a person like nothing when they had to handle evidence according to our teachings. I didn’t know how that helped more than burning them but always good to know?

I sighed when they all danced around me again. “Fine, but you guys sleep outside or in Faerie tonight.” I chuckled when they started howling, not worried since we were taking a break in Faerie and they were playing. “And you have to do like four huge laps of this area so you digest it well and don’t try for seconds.”

Again, I got howls of agreement.

And lost all of my burritos. Damn cute dogs.

I laughed as they raced off to keep their end of the deal, always so damn serious about everything and honorable. Except now I was hungry.

Just as they finished up, it was time to go. Chief asked that they could play some more and I allowed it, telling one of my detail to please get me more burritos and to bring the pack home in a few hours.

Neldor took one look at me when I arrived and snorted. “Are you making them sleep outside?”

“I won that bet,” Stefanie chuckled. She smirked at me when I frowned. “I bet you would cave and give all of your lunch to your spoiled dogs even if they stink up your house.”

“Yes, yes, I’m such a softie,” I drawled. “Let’s go scare the shit out of the last general.” I walked into the interrogation room Onas gestured to and immediately picked up the gun off the table.

Along with a bullet.

“A funny thing happened when you drained those witches and warlocks for their power,” I said as I opened the chamber and slid in the bullet. I spun it around and flicked it closed before aiming it at him and pulling the trigger. I smirked when he let out a yelp. “Your flight or fight response was distorted. Taking in that much magic basically fried some nerves.”

“I can take whatever you can—” he growled, annoyed he’d blinked already.

“Yes, you guys are all trained to take excessive amounts of pain. It’s part of the repercussions of what you did to yourselves,” I accepted. “We realized that fast. Our normal methods wouldn’t work on you because you were all such a fucking mess. We accidentally fried the first’s brain that way.”

I shrugged as I opened the chamber of the revolver again. I met his worried gaze and spun the chamber around before clicking it in place.

“Goodbye.” I aimed and pulled the trigger, smirking when he let out a noise. “Oh, not that time, huh? Wow, I wonder how long your luck will hold out?”

“Fuck you!” he seethed, trying to fight against the runes holding him.

Onas gave me the signal from off to the side, and I gave a slight nod.

I kept screwing with the gun to keep the general’s attention on me. “You know, I came up with a way to cure you—the problem that happens to witches and warlocks who go all world domination with too much power.” I spun the chamber again and flicked my wrist to close it in but didn’t fire, fucking with him again.

“I refuse to be a test subject,” he spat out, his eyes a bit too wide on the revolver.

“I wasn’t offering,” I chuckled darkly. “There’s no point in saving you only to kill you. You’re too dangerous for any outcome besides being put down like a feral dog.”

I aimed the gun and pulled the trigger, the noise he made even louder this time.

“You’re not even asking me any questions!” he bellowed.

I shrugged, waving the gun around and watching how he was fixated with it. “I don’t really need to. And you know it wouldn’t do much… Except… How are your mental shields doing?” I smirked at him when horror filled his eyes. “As I said, we learned a lot from that first general we picked up.” I pointed the gun at him. “Bang!”

He let out a cry when I didn’t pull the trigger. “This is torture.”

“So?” Shael asked, chuckling when he gave her a look of horror. “Now you have a problem with people behaving badly after decades of your crimes? Hypocrite.” She snorted when he tried to argue that we were the good guys.

“Hey, remember when you decided to grow your power by sucking down bad witches and warlocks?” I mocked. “You started this whole crusade to do good the wrong way. I’m not going to let an asshole like you judge us.” I waved off his arguments with the hand holding the gun just to scare him. “Let’s go back to that first guy because it’s fascinating.

“Because your magic was so knotted up being more powerful than you should be and not cleansed of your crazy, your pain receptors were practically dead. That’s how you can all tolerate so much. It’s not your magic or power. You just have that condition some humans have where they can’t feel pain.”

“You broke yourselves overloading your body with magic you couldn’t handle,” Shael said bluntly.

“So because he couldn’t warn us the pain was too much, when we went through our normal process of interrogation and his nerve endings were fried, his brain started to basically melt,” I continued. “And I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I have a tendency to shatter metal if I’m upset.” I smirked at him when I pointed the gun at him again.