Page 199 of The Lands Defying
“We have a few things to ask,” he says. “Answer and it will be less painful.”
Well, he doesn’t waste any time getting to the point.
Frederick chuckles. “Like I would answer—” Darius fist flies through the air and lands on his cheek.
I blink.
That was fast.
“I don’t have the patience, so let’s begin.” Darius shrugs out of his cloak and throws it on the dirty floor, uncaring.
I watch as he shakes out his hands, how the muscles in his arms move, and I have to force myself to look away from him.
His strength attracts me, it always has.
“Where did you take the other missing pack members?” I start. Frederick just stares at me. He gets another punch. “We know you have taken them somewhere. We have lists to prove it.”
“Some were sold,” he shrugs.
“And?” I demand. He says nothing. Darius takes a finger and snaps it. Frederick grunts in pain but otherwise, his eyes never leave mine.
“Why couldn’t you have just been the bitch we taught you to be, and stayed to spread your legs?” he wonders, his eyes closing as he takes a deep breath. “Ahh yes, you will be up to breeding soon.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Darius barks, taking his other hand and starting on those fingers.
I look at Darius in confusion, but he focuses on Frederick.
“We are not here to talk about me, where are those people?” Nothing. “Did you steal most of them? Because those that sold their children will soon die.” A laugh.
I can feel my heart rate kick up at him refusing to answer.
How can he be so cruel?
“They were just children!” I move toward him, getting in his face. “Tell me where you took them, you sick fuck.”
He spits in my face.
I freeze, Darius freezes.
But then I move.
My hand flies out and I hit him again and again, focusing on his cheekbone, his jaw, his eye.
Blood splatters my face, but I don’t fucking care, this piece of shit thinks he can stay silent.
No.
He will scream.
My power comes to my hand and then it’s around his throat, squeezing, tensing, wanting to crush it. My face heats, and the glow of my markings reflect in his, now one good eye.
“Tell me where they are, now,” I growl.
I feel a tendril of Darius magic wrapping around my waist. It’s not only for comfort, no, it’s to also pull me back if Frederick tries anything.
“If you let me breed you, I’ll tell you,” he laughs, and I have to swallow the bile rising in my throat.
“You willnevertouch me,” I spit, feeling my insides twist.
