“I don’t do well with threats.” Dimitri hissed, making his mate wear his t-shirt, who did so without a word. “Another fucking word about Althea and Nikolai, and I will rip your tongue out.”
“Tell us where Adrik is and we will be on our way.” Max said.
They exchanged glances again.
“We know that you know where he is. You helped him form the army of zombie witches. You provided him with the jet and the bombs. Tell us where the fuck he is!” I roared.
“We don’t know.” Yolanda said, her face impassive and her eyes holding determination.
“Was it fun?” I asked, deciding to target her instead.
“What?”
“Changing the funeral rituals from burning the dead ones to burying them? To kidnap so many witches, putting them under the influence of black magic on them and then killing them?”
Her eyes widened at the accusation before they narrowed, “I had no hand in that!”
“Lies!” I snarled. “You are the strongest witch of Jivan. You are the one who has the most influence over them and the power to do magic on all of them. You disgust me. You talk about saving lives but here you are, sacrificing them for a self proclaimed ‘King’.”
“I speak nothing but the truth.” She said and I could easily sense the lie again. I could also sense the change in the demeanor when I mentioned Adrik. It made me realise that there was possibility that there was something between the two. He would have held some power over her for her to do so much for him. And from the flare of her eyes… I had an idea of what it was.
I walked towards her and made my blood hum, imposing my full dominance over her. “Did you sell your soul upon his command? Did he want you to look younger so that he could even bear to look at your face while he fucked you?”
She gulped and took a step back. I took a step forward. I was right. They were fuck buddies.
“Was fucking him enough to make you sell your soul? Was having him for a few nights worth it?” I goaded. “It should be. You got a purebred, strong werewolf all to yourself right? Isn’t that why you always helped him? Isn’t that why-
Her eyes grew teary, “I didn’t get him, Miranda did!”
“Miranda?”
Her eyes widened and she cupped her mouth, “oh no.”
“Who the fuck is Miranda?” I asked.
“Miranda is Yolanda’s older sister. She was the Elder before Yolanda.” Viktor replied. “She was the one who changed the cremation ritual and ideated the creation of zombie witches. So if you want to accuse someone of that, it should be her and not Yolanda.”
“But you still know where he is, don’t you?” I kept my focus on Yolanda. I knew I could crack her. This old woman was bat shit crazy and that crazy would crack. “You can find your sister, can’t you?”
Her eyes widened comically, “she’s dead! She couldn’t satisfy Adrik like I could! She mad-”
“Yolanda!” Orlando snarled, stopping her from saying anything else.
And then without our realisation, Viktor had gotten close to Max and Orlando. He punched Max, making him stumble back and freeing Orlando.
And the next moment, both my brothers began choking.
“Althea, reject Dimitri right now!” Orlando snapped at his daughter and Dimitri let out a mix of a growl and a wheeze.
Her eyes grew teary but she followed her father’s command anyways, “I, Althe-”
Fuck no!
I ran to her and covered her mouth with my hand, stopping her from speaking anything.
“Nikolai, reject Avalyn or your brothers die.” Viktor said, narrowing his eyes at me.
And then suddenly both of them collapsed, clutching their throats as they began choking to death.
“Say the words, Nikolai,” Yolanda said, her eyes wild, “say it or they die.”
“News flash, I have powers too.” I extended my hand and opened my fist, pulling all the air they had in her body and then closed it, keeping her life in the palm of my hand. She coughed before she swayed on her feet and collapsed on the floor. Dimitri and Max immediately started taking in large gulps of oxygen. I looked at my brothers. Their faces had turned red but they nodded. They were fine.
I released Althea from my hold and Dimitri was there in an instant to make sure that she wouldn’t try to reject him again.
I let Yolanda suffer a little before returning a little air back to her, just enough for her to gain her consciousness but not enough for her to stand on her own feet or use her powers. “Try that again and I will fucking burn you alive.” I hissed.
Her teary eyes met mine, “we all are going to die anyways! Reject her!” She coughed.
“Use your logic, Nikolai.” Viktor said. “I sacrificed my daughter for this. You can sacrifice your mate too!”
“Never!” I thundered, furious that they were serious about it and willing to abuse power for it. “Just because you are a pathetic excuse of a father, it does not mean that I will hurt my mate!”
“Nik-” Orlando started but I cut him off.
“Where the fuck is Adrik?” I hissed. “This is your last chance before I kill all of you.”
Yolanda had the audacity to smirk, “you will never be able to find him.”
I strode over to her, picked her up by her throat to my eye level and shook her frail little body, “where is he?” I growled in her face.
She coughed and spat on my face. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath before opening it again, “Where. Is. He?” I gritted.
The old hag began laughing loudly. “He promised me that would bring you to us if Miranda went with him.”
“Where is he?” I gritted and tightened my hold and she coughed again.
“God knows,” she managed a grin. “He brought you yo us. He’s our partner. And we don’t betray our partners. A deal is a deal.”
I snapped her neck and tossed her body away.
Althea shrieked loudly but I ignored it. I had more important things to do. I removed a handkerchief from my pocket and wiped the fucking spit from my face. Fucking fanatic old bat.
I turned towards Viktor next who was looking at Yolanda with wide eyes before he met my eyes and he calmed himself. I walked over the body and went over to him. Max grabbed his neck and rattled him, “where is he?”