“I don’t...know...Siren…bar…” I squeezed out while trying my best to gasp in air through the small gap Rí allowed.
Growling at me, he lifted his hands and dragged me by my shirt towards the bar, slammed me into a stool and leaned over it.
“The fuck...” he rumbled as he jumped the bar and stared down at the Siren.
“Told you fuckers. Wanna thank me for saving your lives? Prick,” I gasped and choked out as my magic tried to heal the bruising done to my throat.I sneered at Ziel as he prowled over and jumped the bar to stand with his Circle brother. My chest pinched at them standing together, accepted and united.
“The fuck?” Ziel rasped around his Mayfeaver as he bent down and dragged an unconscious Siren to her feet before slumping her over the bar. Her face and arms were the only things holding her up as her feet dangled down behind the bar.
I narrowed my eyes at her. I could have sworn I’d seen her before.
“Bri...wake the fuck up.” Rí shook her shoulder roughly, pulling a groan from her unconscious form.
“You know her?” I asked as I looked to the crowd of frozen Supes.
“She’s the owner of Bri’s coffee,” Ziel muttered. “Supposedly our Mates’ friend.” He wrapped her hair around his hand and lifted her head as she opened her eyes. Gasping, she tried to pull away as she realised her dilemma: three pissed off men looking for their Mate.
My Mate.
“Ha-Hay there dragon man,” she stumbled out nervously.
I stood from the stool and got in her face. “Want to explain what the fuck you were doing and where the fuck Amaya is?”
Her nervous looking face straightened out before forming into a sneer as she laughed, causing us all to freeze.
“She’s gone. Gone home to her precious boys.” She laughed more as she slammed her head into Ziel’s face, cracking his nose as she detached herself from him.
Licking the blood pouring from his nose, he growled out, “Stupid bitch” before snapping it back into place. The blood now coated his mouth as Ri reached to grab her once more.
“Ah, ah boys, hurt me and you lose any hope of getting your precious little Dark Witch.” Walking around the bar and stepping back from us she grinned, looking every bit the deceiver she was.
“What have you done?” Rí growled so low it vibrated the glass that was scattered along the floor.
I had been too late. The Council had already employed a cover, someone to befriend the witch, someone to encourage her along her way to fully embracing her powers so that she could open the portals fully.
Bri was the undercover friend.
“You- it was you they employed,” I snapped as I followed her steps. Each step back she took, I followed with a step forward.
She grinned as she smoothed out her too bright dress. Not answering, just smiling as if this was all some sort of game to her. The idea that this person had made Amaya believe she was a friend hurt my chest. It was another thing to hurt her, another thing to make her believe she wasn’t worthy of everything she deserved.
“Cole, you better explain now, my dragon wants out and he wants out now.” Rí’s rumble was more dragon than man.
“The Council, they employed a misfit to play Amaya, to encourage her to embrace her full powers. To go back to the human realm alone. If she fully embraces it, she can open the portals fully.” I braced myself for their wrath as I carried on. “I told her she could go through the crack. She’s the only one that can enter the portals. Even if they’re closed.”
Vines snapped out from Ziel’s jacket and wrapped around my wrists, slicing into my skin and pulling my arms behind my back before more followed and slithered around my neck. They tightened enough to make me choke out in an attempt to breathe.
“So you’re in on it. Filthy fucking White Witch. You were against her every step of the way. She’s your Circle Link. Your Mate!” Ziel’s vines tightened, cutting off my entire course of air.
I didn’t struggle. I knew I was a piece of shit. But there was more they needed to know.
Rí’s angered roar pulled the misfits from their trance. They looked around at the chaos before blanching when they saw Rí’s bright glowing eyes, and Ziel’s vines wrapped around me.
What can I say, we had an air for the theatrics.
My vision turned black with the lack of air; my lungs burned as my throat constricted.
The misfits and shifters ran from the room; cowards that they were avoided our eyes as they scattered.
