Page 89 of Sold to the Devil
“Mrs. Rigast,” he clears his throat again, visibly uncomfortable with my last name as he shifts awkwardly from foot to foot. “Do you know anything about Darkvis's plans or Miss Jones's mysterious death?”
I roll my eyes and let out a small, incredulous laugh, shaking my head.
Does he really think I'm going to talk?
“Even if that were the case, what makes you think I'd tell you?” I raise an eyebrow, stunned by his question.
He sighs and pulls out his wand. I immediately tense, preparing to get hit by a spell I already know will be painful, but my torment never comes. He moves his wand and a chair appears next to him, directly in front of me. I frown and watch him sit down, putting his wand back in the pocket of his plum-colored suit jacket. His blue eyes inspect me from head to toe and then settle on a specific point. When I follow his gaze, I tense further. The runes of the Master's Mark are visible through the torn fabric of my dress.
“I know you had no choice but to take the Trace, my child. You no longer have to fear Darkvis and his followers. You can tell me anything, I promise you will be safe.”
I giggle and roll my eyes again.
Lies.
O'Connor and his followers don't give a fuck about any of us. If they did, would he be carrying out attacks on towns and villages where the Master's disciples live?
No.
They don't just kill those with the Trace during these raids.
Oh no.
They also kill women and children without blinking.
Innocent people.
“Aelys,” he says again, his voice too exaggeratedly soft to be sincere. “We know they forced you to marry his son. We can help you. You will be free from this life, free from suffering.”
I look away, focusing my gaze on the wooden door. My jaw clenched and my nails digging into the armrest of the chair I'm strapped to until I'm bleeding.
They think they know everything. They know nothing.
I don't believe his kindness for a second. All he wants is for me to respond, then they'll send me to the Iron City where criminals are locked up by our leaders. After all, I carry the Dark Mage's Mark. If they don't throw me in prison, I'll be executed.
“Please, Aelys, tell me everything you know,” he places his hand on my knee and I freeze.
My irises land on him and I glare at him through gritted teeth. “Get your hand off of me. Now!” I growl.
He clears his throat but does as I ask, slowly interlacing his fingers in his lap. He opens his mouth, but before he can say a word, the door bursts open, banging loudly against the wall. We both look to see who's entered the room, I tense at the sight of a very angry Rick Law, wand gripped in his hand, his blue eyes filled with murderous rage fixed on me.
“Did she speak?”He growls.
O'Connor mutters a 'no', narrowing his eyes as he watches him, and for a second I'm afraid Law might break his wand as his grip on it tightens. He takes a step forward, the professor stands up, frowning and one hand raised in an attempt to stop him.
“Mr. Law,” he says in a low, warning voice.
He ignores it and pushes past him, pointing his wand at me. I lift my chin, smile devilishly, raise an eyebrow, silently taunting him for doing so. It's stupid, considering Mattheo and I haven't been able to start my training yet, but I'm not going to show them weakness.
He snarls angrily and presses the tip of his wand painfully against my throat, forcing my head back further. The pressure isn't hard enough to draw blood, but enough to hurt. I stand impassive, my eyes burning with hatred and defiance, waiting for him to actually do it. But he doesn't have the courage, he's a coward.
“You know what really happened to Lucy,” he growls. “She never touched drugs. She would never have done them willingly. Someone must have spiked her drink at the party. Give me a name.”
I don't say a word, my smirk still curling my lips, which only makes him angrier. My heart is pounding, but I don't let them see how terrified I am.
“Fuck, tell me, bitch!” He cries out, his eyes wide with despair that makes him look almostlike a mad man.
I don't flinch, my eyes still fixed on his. He pushes his wand deeper into my throat, but when he sees I still don't react, he grunts in frustration and backs away. I slightly tilt my head and look at him, clearly amused by his cowardice. This is exactly why they'll never win this war.
