LOGAN’S P. O. V
I was out for a day- a whole day. I will strangle Greg slowly and surely when I see him.
The door to my office opened. Speak of the devil- he waltzed right in with Jake at his heels looking completely at ease as if he didn’t just drug me twenty four hours ago.
“You drugged me,” I said simply and he shrugged, “Why? I could have spent the last hours searching for her and I could have found something.
“Don’t blame me; it was his idea.” He jerked his thumb at Jake, “But I completely supported it so I guess I am at fault.”
“This isn’t a joke,” I slammed my fist against my desk and I heard a crack, “What if I missed something important in the last twenty four hours that could have been crucial in finding her?”
“I’m sorry,” he said softly, “I should not have drugged you, I realize that.”
I ran my hand through my hair in frustration, “Why are you here?”
“Aubrey got back to me five minutes ago,” he took a seat, “Hunter has been sighted going towards murder valley every day for the past three weeks. No one accompanies him except a few choice guards and his new Beta.”
“What happened to the old one?” it was Jake who asked
“They had a falling out and Hunter took his head as a prize.” He turned back to me, “Aubrey tells me that she is 90 percent sure that Charlotte is there. She has her sources and although she won’t tell me who they are- I trust her.”
The little kernel of hope bloomed in my chest but a part of me still felt skeptical. It feels too easy- like a dream.
“Her pack is near Hunter’s; she’s willing to convince her husband to fight on your side if need be,” Greg continued, “But only on one condition.”
“What is it?”
“She wants to talk to you first.”
CHARLOTTE’S P. O. V
I don’t know how long I’ve been here. Days have blended together and I can’t even tell day from night. It was easier before the window was sealed up but ever since the day I woke up and saw it sealed shut everything has blended together.
At first I tried to count the hours but then I would wake up and not know how many hours have passed. It drove me up the wall so I gave up.
Now that I think about it- I’m almost always asleep. I think he drugs the food but I can’t refuse it or he’ll just shove it down my throat anyways.
A few hours ago (I think) Hunter took off the silver manacles. He said it was because I’ve been exceptionally well behaved, I think it’s because I haven’t spoken a word since he barricaded the window.
He likes the quiet me- he thinks I’m warming up to the idea of being his bride. I’m just doing it so he doesn’t- so he doesn’t.
The door creaked open but I didn’t rise from my spot on the floor. He’s usually nicer if he thinks he woke me up.
He ran a hand down the length of my arm and I forced back a shiver as I pulled my body into a seating position.
“Come now pet,” he smiled, “Today is going to be a good day for us; we have a guest.”
I looked down at what I was wearing, the same tattered black top complete with vomit and blood stains and ripped at the back from where he whips me.
“We don’t have time to change,” he told me, “You can change after our visit. She can’t wait long.”
I followed him quietly and winced when we walked out from the basement. I haven’t seen light in so long that the light from the windows made black dots dance around my vision.
He led me to the same room I visited my parents in but this time it was void of all furniture. There was a person standing in the centre of the room with her back turned to me. as if sensing our presence she turned to face me and I held back a gasp.
She looks so much like Adamaris, they could pass as twins. She has the same dark, inky hair curled up to her waist but while Adamaris has eyes that remind you of a pretty purple flower, her eyes are bottomless swirls of darkness.
A long cape of deep purple hung over her shoulders and she shrugged it off revealing a tight black corset like top and skin tight trousers. Her lips were painted in a deep purple and they curled up in a smile.
“I see you’ve met one of ours.” She said, her voice was inky like the night and effortlessly smooth but there was a hard edge to it, “She’s in your mind, blocking you from me. I wonder who it is.”
She turned to Hunter, “You just had to pick the most difficult one, didn’t you?”
“I did what you asked; no silver chains for 12 hours. Now do as I asked.”
“That didn’t sound like a request; I’ll oblige when I hear one.”
“Don’t disrespect me,” he began but she cut him off.
“I am not her,” she warned, death lurked under the surface of her dark eyes. “I will gut you like a pig without lifting a finger or even making a stain on my pretty top. Now if you want my help then I want to hear a request.”
“You need me just as much as I need you.”
“No you pathetic fool; I want you not need. There’s a difference between the two words and I suggest you learn it.”
He grit his teeth and I was surprised by the next words that came out of his mouth, “Please,” he said, “Please help me.”
“That’s more like it.” She smiled widely before turning to me, “What’s her name? The one you met; the one like me.”
“I don’t know.”
“The sway she has over your mind can’t be achieved by just any witch bond.” She said, “She had to have entrusted you with her name. I’m a witch too darling, you can’t lie to me.”
I kept my mouth shut and Hunter who was already fuming from being forced to say please to someone pulled my hair back sharply.
“She asked you a question.” I whimpered and he backhanded me, “Useless bitch- open your mouth before I kill you.”
“If you kill her then there’s nothing I can do. Even my magic has limits- especially when it comes to necromancy.”
“Just break the goddamn bond.” He stormed out of the room leaving both of us.
“Men are such temperamental creatures,” she drew a circle of chalk around where I lay then sat smack dab in the centre with me, “Let’s talk- woman to woman. I won’t hurt you like he does.”
“But you’ll hurt me nonetheless.”
“You are smart,” she smiled, “He has a talisman of mine that I need and if I don’t help him then I can’t get it back. So I need you to tell me your name so I can get in your head and renounce your bond so I can break it. Let’s make this quick. I don’t want to be in here longer than I need to.”
“I would rather die than do that.”
“It’s funny you should say that actually,” she laughed, “The other option has a very high probability of you dying. You might just get your wish after all.”