Nyx shakes his head. “She’s bound by some deal or mind control. She can’t speak of it.”
My confusion grows.
“Why can’t I remember?”
“Blood loss, combined with something traumatic like that, can cause temporary or permanent amnesia. Hopefully, you remember something useful soon. In the meantime, you aren’tto be left alone for a single second. Not even to pee,” Ambrose says.
Well, that sucks. But I understand his concern for me.
“You sure you didn’t have anything to do with this?” Ambrose accuses Nyx.
Nyx doesn’t look offended or surprised by Ambrose’s accusation. “I was with Stellan the entire time. Besides, if it had been me, I wouldn’t have used a blade to kill her. And if I had wanted her dead, she’d be dead.”
His words send a hush through me, because I know he’s right.
“What did Stellan want?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Vampire stuff. Nothing I can’t handle.”
“You mean you made a blood deal with him or the vampire king used mind control on you, and now you can’t talk about it either, just like Amora,” Ambrose says.
Nyx’s jaw tenses ever so slightly. And I know that Ambrose is right.
“We should consider all of the options then. What do we know?” I ask.
“I think we can safely rule out vampires. They would have no need to use a blade, and with the amount of blood spilling from you, it would have worked them into a frenzy, even if they were trying to hide that it was a vampire killing you. And the vampires know you are planning to end the curse for the vampires. They have no need to kill you. They need you alive,” Nyx says.
“Even Draven, Nikolai, and Vespera? They hate me.”
He shakes his head. “They’re dead.”
“What do you mean, dead?”
“I mean, after they hurt you, I hunted them down and killed them myself.”
Shockwaves wash over me. “Why? They were vampires. You were their lord.”
He huffs but doesn’t answer me. The world stills for a moment as Nyx once again surprises me.
I turn to Ambrose, needing a moment. “Who do you think did it then? Witches? Someone here?”
“They had to have magical powers to transport you. Strong, almost unheard of magical powers. Everyone here is mostly wolf shifters,” Ambrose says.
“You have that power,” Nyx says, in an accusatory tone.
Gods, they are going to kill each other before this conversation is over.
“I would never hurt Lumi. She’s my mate,” Ambrose says.
Nyx flinches at the word mate. “I’m pretty sure having her surrounded and basically held captive for hours by your pack hurt her.”
“Stop, it wasn’t Ambrose.” Nyx looks at me like he doesn’t believe me. “Smell me. His scent isn’t on me, is it?”
Nyx leans close, scenting my neck at the spot where the blade was pressed. I can feel his cool breath against my skin, sending chills through my body. But I don’t move. Don’t react.
Ambrose tenses next to me like he thinks Nyx is going to take a bite out of me right now.
“No, I don’t smell Ambrose anywhere near your neck,” Nyx concedes. “But that doesn’t mean that he didn’t use his magic to transport you so that someone else could kill you. Even if he wasn’t doing it consciously, his curse could have triggered him to do it.”