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“I think that went well!”
He leans down and kisses my forehead. “You were amazing.”
“And no attack!” I glance around him. “Where’s Vara?”
“What do you mean? She was just...”
His voice trails off when he realizes our mate is no longer standing behind him.
Chapter 22 – Vara
I’m fucking pissed.
Kidnapped!
Unbelievable.
One moment I’m standing behind Thorne as Layla shakes hands with the motherly looking senator woman, and the next, I’m lifted off the ground and something is injected into my neck.
I passed out seconds later.
Honestly, though. Kidnapped?
How original. Millie’s blond human—now vampire—mate was kidnapped by a feral vampire. Evangeline was kidnapped by Xander’s psychotic brother.
Do villains not have any other way to deliver their message?
“You can scowl all you want, but it won’t save your life.”
I woke up about five minutes ago in a nondescript room, no windows, tied to a chair with a human man sitting across from me. His cheeks flare red, his hair thinning on top of his head, and he’s got a little bit of a belly hanging over his belt.
I’ll call him Frank because he looks like a Frank.
Next to Frank is Erebos in his human form.
Fucking traitor.
How did no one see him take me? Guards were everywhere!
Despite my supernatural strength, the ropes are too tight, and I can’t escape. It’s also possible they’re infused with a spell that’s preventing me from tearing the material. Or whatever I was injected with is suppressing my abilities.
“I thought sphinx were supposed to be strong?” Frank asks. “No... you’re supposed to be smart, right? Give me a riddle. I want to see if I can solve it.”
The human has an accent. Russian possibly. He chuckles at his abysmal attempt at humor.
I scoff.
Sure, sphinxes were known to use riddles to protect tombs and treasures. Anyone who failed to solve it was killed. Anyone who solved the riddle got to kill the sphinx and access the riches—which never happened.
I always hated coming up with riddles. I would have rather battled with my body than my mind. Though as I got older, I realized I was meant for leadership roles not ones meant for a warrior.
My parents and siblings loved coming up with riddles. They were so smart and creative. I suppose that’s why I was only ever given one assignment.
“When I get out of these ropes, I will rip your heart out of your asshole and stuff it down your throat just so I can tear it out of your anus for a second time,” I seethe.
“Well, that’s a shitty riddle,” Frank mumbles.
“It’s called a threat, you imbecile.” I turn to Erebos. “Why? What’s in it for you?”
