Chapter Thirty-Six

                                    

                                          



Lorcan laid knocked out in a cell directly beside his brother. As she made her way down the stairs in Azrael form, Reagan was first hit by the loud growling.
By this point, Chronos knew her scent. He knew she had considerably more knowledge and power than the other vampires. She didn't doubt he'd been waiting for someone like her to come along. What with the sudden arrival of his brother and King and all.
When Reagan/Azrael came in sight, he shot up from the wall, hurling himself at the bars.
At least when Reagan was a prisoner she had more grace about it.
Chronos got special treatment too. Only his came with more torture and less of the perks than hers had.
"Where is she?" He demanded.
Unfortunately, still kicking.
As much as Reagan wanted her dead, she knew death would be a blessing for someone like Annaliese. The blood Queen needed to suffer first.
"She still won't talk to you werewolf. She's made that abundantly clear to everyone that's asked."
"I don't give a fuck what she wants. I want her here. Where the fuck is she? Did she order this?"
"You already know she did. No one else is mad enough."
Lorcan had been placed in his brother's previous cell where blasters had been fixed into each corner of the wall. With the simple press of a button, heated silver would be released into the cell, gassing the King into unconsciousness.
"Tell me what she's done."
"Nothing yet," Reagan answered. "Evette's up in the throne room with her. I don't know what the Queen's planning to do. She's talking on and off. It's like watching her play with her prey. She goaded them for ten minutes then knocked this one out when he started getting angry."
Having the blonde in the castle put Reagan on edge.
It was a variable she hadn't accounted for.
Would Evette see the things she had planned for the future? Did the future simply appear to her or did she have to go looking?
Will she ruin my plans?
"She used her blood magic on him?" Chronos asked.
"Yes."
A feral growl tore from his throat. "I'll have her ass for this."
"Have fun getting at her. She hasn't asked about you. No one dares to mention you. You know how the Queen is. Hell hath no fury like Anna-freaking-liese." She and Killian might not have had the healthiest mate bond, but even their situation-ship was cleaner than whatever bubbled between Chronos and Annaliese.
"Wish I could stay and chat more, werewolf, but I'm getting out of here before he wakes up. I'm fucked if he recognises me."
She was tired by the time she made it out of the dungeons, wanting nothing more than to go to bed and sleep.
But she'd promised Killian they'd talk.
It won't take long.
She'd drop by his room, listen for five minutes, nod where appropriate and then make her leave. Maybe she could steal herself a back massage out of him before departing.
Grumbling, she kicked her shoes off upon entering his room and locked the door. It was dark, the curtains drawn, the lights turned off.
Well, not pitch black.
Candles lined the room in odd places, casting a warm glow across the otherwise empty room.
"Killian? You there?"