Page 7 of Tortured Soul
“Are you done?”
Infuriating. Everything about this man made me want to scream at his face and pull at my own hair in frustration.
“I wasnot.”
“It seemed like you reached your point.” He shrugged again. “I don’t care enough to keep listening to it. Who gave you the coordinates?”
“Who do you think?” I asked through my teeth. My face burned with rage.
“I don’t, that’s why I’m asking.”
“You think that your little camp is some kind of well kept secret? Well, it’s not. Turns out there are dozens scattered around the world.”
“Great, then you could have gone to any other one.”
“I won’t.”
He took a slow step forward, bringing us almost nose to nose—or nose to collarbone, to be more accurate—the tip of his shoes less than half an inch from touching mine. “Who gave you the coordinates?”
The smell of burning embers and thick smoke overpowered the previously dominant smell of mist and cinnamon. How—
“What the hell are you?” I asked, frowning.
“That’s not how it works, blondie. I asked you a question first. I’ve asked many times actually, and I’m not in the habit of repeating myself.”
Blondie?What was this guy’s problem?
I crossed my arms over my chest, my frown deepening. “This conversation is not going anywhere.”
“It would if you could finally answer the damned question.”
“Why is it so important?”
“So I know you’re not here to harm anyone. So I know you’re not some kind of spy. A lot of reasons, really.”
“I told you I was not here to cause problems.”
“Then tell me who the fuck told you about this camp.”
I was close enough to gouge out his eyes with my bare nails. I was tempted to.Reallytempted to. If only I knew what kind of Immortal he was so I could know what were the risks of a direct attack. If only—
Someone cleared his throat behind him and I tensed again. In our animated exchange, I almost forgot there were six other Immortals in the too-small room with us. Six heavily armed ones.
“Lucifer,” I conceded. If that revelation was going to get me kicked out, I didn’t even care anymore. I just wanted to be free. Whether it was here among other Immortals or somewhere else, it didn’t matter. I’d just have to be cautious just a little longer.
I could do it.
Maybe.
The corner of his lips stretched imperceptibly as the smell of cinnamon became stronger, overpowering even the embers. His eyes gleamed and shone a little darker, the ice blue one turning deeper.
“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”
Before I could even open my mouth to scream at him or spit at his damned handsome face, he was already at the door, his back turned to me.
“Get her settled,” he said to one of his men. “Send Kai to take care of the usual paperwork. I’ve got shit to do, and I’ve already lost too much time with this whole shitshow.”
I forced my body to not go after him and push him down the stairs. If he was going to be a rude asshole, I’d show him I could be worse.
