“That is the plan, human. I am but one of many.”
Idea forming in her mind, she rose to stand before him. “Put your human face back on.”
She watched, equal parts horror and fascination as he did as ordered, once more the snarling asshole she’d assumed was Caldorian sitting with his wrists in manacles atop the small table. The table was solid metal of some sort, welded to the floor. He was going nowhere without help.
“I am going to release you, and you are going to take me to Matthew.”
He dipped his chin as if he were a noble hero, not a flesh-eating predator. “Those were my orders.”
Asshole.
She turned to the two guards who remained kneeling behind her. “Release him. Then follow me.”
“But, miss—”
“I said, release him.” This time she could see the vibrations in the air. There was definitely a trick to her new powers. She felt like death warmed over, but she could do this.
Both guards jumped to their feet, the one closest to the table moving around to the other side. He pulled a strange device from a small shoulder pocket in his uniform and set it against the first manacle, which snapped open with a loudpop. She glared at Bhaosz.
“They are coming with us. Bhaosz, you will not harm me or either one of these guards. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” he said, nodding. The glazed look was back in his yellow eyes.
The guard walking around him looked at her with angry refusal in his gaze even as his hand moved the key device over the second manacle. It released as well, the sound of metal banging on metal loud in the small room. Bhaosz sat, staring up at her.
“Follow me until we reach my vehicle, Bhaosz. Be silent and do not hurt anyone. Do you understand me?”
“Yes. I understand.”
Nodding, she turned to the one guard who remained at the door, his weapon drawn and pointing at Bhaosz. Not a bad idea, probably. She glanced over her shoulder at the first guard, the one with the key still held in a trembling hand. “Lead the way to the garage. I have a car there. Bhaosz, you will follow him.”
Both males nodded, so she turned to the armed guard at the door. “You will walk behind Bhaosz to make sure he doesn’t try to pull anything on the way.”
“Yes, miss.”
“I will walk behind all of you and make sure you are following orders.”
They all nodded as if they were on drugs, and she felt the pulsing of power grow inside her as she expanded whatever this crazy influence was to three males at once. But she knew, somehow, knew they would obey. And they did.
They walked straight to the car park. Anyone who questioned them, she instructed to turn away and forget seeing them pass. In minutes they stood around her new two-seater sports car, keys in hand.
She turned to Bhaosz. “You will ride along with him. You will not attack him or try to get away.” She pointed to the unarmed guard. “He will take a vehicle and you will tell him where to go. We must hurry. We will follow behind in my car. Do you understand?”
“Yes, of course.”
They walked away, and she sighed in relief as the guard got in the driver’s seat and Bhaosz settled into the passenger seat next to him.
The guard who stood beside her lowered his weapon at last. “Do you think this is a good idea, miss? He is very dangerous.”
“I know. But they have one of my friends.” Matthew, the boy who trusted her, who’d grown to love her, and she loved him. He wasn’t technically family, but he was hers. “I have to get him back.”
He nodded and opened the passenger door as she slid into the driver’s seat. Ahead of them, the first vehicle was already pulling out of the parking area. Getting into the compound had been difficult. Getting out, it seemed, was much easier. One guarded gate, two words from her passenger, and they were out. Isabella breathed a sigh of relief, her hands shaking.
As they sped onto the highway and headed across town, she wondered what Falden was going to think about all of this. And Dagan, the king who refused to let her even talk to the prisoner because she was a woman.
As if.
She hoped they were both furious. Fuming.