Page 62 of Shadows of Fate

I couldn’t wait to slice this male open and find out all of his secrets. It was going to be a blast.

“One step closer, My Lord,”I sent through the bond.

Chapter32

Torture the Fucker

Silvana

Being back at the manor without Raiden was slowly making me lose my ever-loving mind. I’d burned Elias’s house to the ground and stood there for as long as I could. Long after it was ash blowing away in the wind and all I could do was think about the male I’d fallen so in love with and the fact that someone had the audacity to take him from me.

I thought I’d heard him call my name, but when I sent his name back, nothing returned. I even thought I’d felt the bond prickle between us, but I was starting to think it was all in my head at this point.

Thankfully, we’d gotten Bastian back to the manor safely and updated Micah. He was currently acting as ruler of the Court of Shadows, and while I could’ve taken over, I knew it wasn’t what was best for the court.

What was best for the court was someone with a solid head on their shoulders—which I lacked. I’d just burnt a house down and laughed like a psycho while it burned.

Two nights now, I hadn’t had my mate by my side.

I hadn’t even been back into our chambers, as the thought of lying in that bed without him made me ill.

A gentle knock sounded at the door. “Come in,” I muttered.

Bastian strolled through the door and helped himself to a seat next to me on the couch where I’d been sleeping lately. His normal olive complexion was still pale, the dark circles under his eyes gave away how well he wasn’t doing. The wound had healed once we’d gotten him home and to a healer, but the effects of whatever poison they’d dipped the dagger in were still working through his system.

“How are you feeling?” I asked him.

“I should be asking you that,” he replied. He hadn’t looked at me yet, he was just staring around the office where I’d set up camp. “I’m so sorry, Silvana,” he said quietly.

I stared at him for a moment, a brow arched, confusion clear.

“Bastian, look at me,” I stated. He did, though reluctantly. “Why are you apologizing to me right now?”

He was quiet for a moment, his deep green eyes looking for something in mine, I just wasn’t sure what.

“I should’ve been there. Delano was my soldier. I trained him, I picked him for this mission, and the one male in this world who took me in? Who trusted me? Who helped me become someone? I got him injured, kidnapped, and possibly killed, Silvana!” He was breathless and screaming by the time he finished. He leaned forward, his face in his hands. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be yelling at you, of all people. I just… I should’ve done better. I should’ve been better,” he muttered.

“Are you quite finished?” I asked.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m finished,” he whispered, leaning back against the back of the couch.

“Okay, lovely. I get it. I had a mini breakdown then and there that you slept through, which was rude, by the way. But now we’re moving on. I need to find him, Bastian, and I’d like your help to do so. So, what do you say we go and torture the fucker who’s actually to blame for this?” I smiled sadly.

Bastian looked over at me and nodded his head. “I’d enjoy that greatly, Ice Sickle.”

I got up off the couch and headed for the door because there was nothing I’d rather be doing than slicing answers out of Delano, and when I was finished with that? Well, I’d burn it all to the fucking ground to find my mate.

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Apparently, when Raiden had given me a tour of the manor, he’d left out the vast stone torture chamber in the basement of the house. I didn’t know why he thought to leave that out for me, of all people, but Micah was more than happy to show me when we arrived back at the manor with an unconscious Delano.

Walking down the stone steps lit only by torchlight, I pushed open the thick heavy wooden door. Cedar and Bastian were both behind me, but thankfully they knew to let me work.

Well, Cedar did. Bastian was new here, but I wouldn’t hold that against him. He was a smart male. He’d figure it out quickly.

I set the torch into one of the sconces near Delano’s body. Wouldn’t want to miss any of the blood after all.

Cedar and Micah had been kind enough to bring him down and set him up for me while I cleaned up. I had every intention of coming down here two nights ago, but I wasn’t ready yet. Now, I was.

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