“What was your obsession with Evelin? What was taking Kinley all about?”
When they’d first taken her, we thought they’d turned her, but they hadn’t. We knew from Pyro’s mother’s journals what they used her for. There’s nothing any of us can do to help Kinley with the trauma she’s been through, not even my VP.
“Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll make your death merciful and stop the torture,” I lie.
“I’ve got nothing to say to you.” Holstein groans.
“You’ve got plenty to tell.” Looking to Fire, I nod. It’s time to let him get out some of his anger toward the vampire that tormented Evelin.
Fire forms a ball of flames in his hand and drops it down on Holstein’s lap, making the bloodsucker scream louder and jump around in the chair he’s secured to.
“I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you,” he cries, bloody tears stream down his cheeks.
Well, guess what they say about fire being a vampire’s weakness is true. Fire pulls the flames off him, absorbing them once again. Interesting, I’ve not seen him do that since he came into his powers after mating my sister.
“Then I suggest you start talking,” Fire snarls, stepping back.
“The other day, after we found Kinley gone, a man showed up, said he released her. Said it was for a purpose that he would repay us for once we helped him.”
“Help him with what?” Brimstone demands.
“To get a woman.”
“What woman?” I growl, already knowing the answer but wanting his confirmation.
“He didn’t say. Just that he knew she was staying in Evelin’s house. Claimed she ran away from him, and he wanted her back.”
Ran away?
Bullshit.
“Did he give you a name?”
“No, but he was a dark elf.”
Fuck. I wasn’t expecting that as his answer. Dark elves were a dangerous bunch in themselves.
“Finish this,” I order as I spin and stalk out of the building. I need air. I didn’t need to ask further questions. I knew exactly what they were trying to do. They needed to pass the barrier to bring down the wards that keep those uninvited away from the clubhouse. This elf wanted access to McKenna.
He could have very easily shown his face today and taken her from me, but he didn’t.
Why?
I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial Leon’s number. At the same time, tilting my head to the sky, calling my mother’s name.
“Damn, Heat, are you loud enough?” Leon answers in the middle of my roar.
“We’ll find out,” I growl. “My mother isn’t one for ignoring her children. No matter what she’s doing or where.”
“So, Herja is your mother?” Leon grunts.
“Yep.’” I grunt, “But she’s not the reason I’m callin’.”
“McKenna okay?”
What is it?” Herja asks, at the same time, appearing in front of me, eyes filled with worry. “It’s not like you to call me in such a way. A call would have worked just the same.”
“I’m putting you on speaker,” I tell Leon and do just that as I hold my mother’s gaze. “What do you know of dark elves?” I ask them both.