Page 159 of Enzo

He dips his chin and then lifts me off the table. I stand up straight and make my way over to the vampire they have tied in the chair. The chains are securely wrapped around him, causing him to be immobile. He snarls when I get close.

“I’m not afraid of you,” he says.

I grab the chair close by and place it down in front of him. Taking a seat, I lean back.

“I don’t need you to be afraid of me. I just need you to answer my questions.”

He spits at me. Lucky for him, it doesn’t hit me. If it had, I’d kick his ass for real.

“I’m not telling you shit.”

I shrug. “Doesn’t matter either way to me. I’ll get my answer one way or the other. But I advise you, you’re going to want to take the easy way.”

Alarick stands to the right of the vampire while Zyion is on his left. Enzo is beside me with Torak on my other side. Hans and Titus are somewhere behind me.

“Now,” I say to the vamp. “How many more of you are there?” he spits again, and this time it lands on my chin. Enzo punches him in the face. I wipe my face with the napkin Torak hands me.

“Okay, the hard way it is.” Using the energy from the vampire, I slip into his head.

He howls in pain.

“What’s going on?” someone behind me asks.

“Now,” I ask the vampire. “How many more of you are out there?”

He groans as I pick apart his thoughts. The answer I seek pops up like a piece of toast in a toaster.

“Hmm, seventeen in total.” I say out loud so the others can hear.

“How the fuck is she doing that?” Zyion asks.

I ignore him. “Next question, where are you all hiding?”

He shakes his head and screams as I reach out and grab the next answer.

“A mansion,” I say, confused. “In the middle of the woods?”

Enzo curses. “These fuckers have been that close the entire time. They’re on the old Springhill lands.”

I knew Enzo was relaying the information back to Chayton.

“Last question, pest.”

He sobs. “Please, no more.”

I ignore his cries. He asked for this.

“Who sent you here?”

This time the answer comes so quickly I don’t have to search for it.

“What did he say?” Enzo asks impatiently.

I turn to face him. “A werewolf that says Chayton stole from him. Something about pack members.”

“Does he give you a name or any features?” Alarick asks.

I dig deeper for my answer. The vampire in front of me thrashes in his seat. Finally, something pops up. The wolf was very clever not to give his name to these pests. But this vampire caught something that maybe another one wouldn’t have. Lucky for us.

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