He shook his head.
“Oh, Caleb. That’s not the answer I wanted.” I pressed my finger into the bullet hole in his left knee.
He screamed as I pushed my finger deeper and twisted. I could feel the broken shards of bone separating and moving as I jabbed my finger in there.
“I don’t know!” he yelled. “I was only hired to watch them. I never saw inside them.”
I pushed my finger even deeper, and he shot up, reaching for my hands, but a pair of hands grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back to the ground.
“What are you doing, kitten?” Wilder asked, a playful smile curling his lips.
“Oh, just a little light torture.” I took in his appearance, glad that he didn’t have a scratch on him. “How did you get on?”
“Fine,” he replied with a little shrug. “Left him out cold, hanging from one of the loading hooks, but please, don’t let me interrupt your conversation.”
I turned my attention back to Caleb, a sudden sense of urgency pushing me to get the information and kill the guy now that Wilder was back. I wanted to play with him, not this douchebag. “Come on, Caleb. Surely you must know something.”
I yanked my finger out of the wound in his leg and pulled my gun back out, resting it on his dick.
“No! Please, I don’t know anything.” The guy sounded frantic, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. I was more interested in the way Wilder was watching me than the way the guy was screaming.
I cocked my gun. “You must have seen something?”
“No,” he screamed again.
I snarled, frustration nipping at my patience.
“Can I try something?” Wilder asked.
My answer was immediate. “Yes.”
Excitement spurred to life inside me at the prospect of watching Wilder—my Wilder—cause someone pain.
Fuck, I think I might have developed a new kink.
His eyes brightened as he pulled his magic to the surface and he tipped Caleb’s head back so he could look into his eyes. “Sorry, but this is going to hurt.”
Be still my beating heart.
Wilder slammed his hands down on either side of Caleb’s face, purple sparks flickering under his skin from Wilder’s magic. Caleb’s body started to seize as Wilder searched through his mind, or at least, that’s what I assumed he was doing.
Caleb’s eyes turned bright purple as a hazy image started to appear and hover above his face.
“He seems to have been telling the truth,” Wilder said, his voice strained. His eyes had changed to the same shade ofmuddy brown of Caleb’s which made him look strange and a little off.
The images hovering above Caleb shifted like a movie on fast forward and I saw moments of his life like a picture book. I’d never seen any magic like this before, and I was fascinated.
The picture of the warehouse came into view, and I was suddenly watching through Caleb’s eyes as he patrolled the building. Wilder was flicking through the memories quickly, but something caught my eye. “Wait. Go back.”
“Hang on,” Wilder said through gritted teeth. His jaw twitched and his arms trembled.
“There,” I said, as the dark figure appeared again. Wilder froze on the image of a man dressed in black, with slicked back dark hair and round black sunglasses. Which was odd, considering it was nighttime. That’s what caught my attention. Who wore sunglasses in the dark? He stood with Lawler, clearly chatting and—
“I can’t hold it much longer, Byron,” Wilder said as his body trembled. There was a deep frown above his eyes, and his lips were pulling back in a grimace as he tried to hold on to Caleb’s mind.
I grabbed my phone and snapped an image of the strange man. Hopefully Bishop could run it through his fancy facial recognition software he’d been designing and figure out who this mystery man was. “Okay, you can let go now, Wilder.”
He whimpered as he tried to claw back his magic, and Caleb’s body jerked violently, blood pouring from his eyes, nose and mouth.