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Blair
I stare at the Lycan in shock. "No, you are wrong. You think you know something and you don't. You don't know her. You haven't even given her a chance!" I defend Sammie.
"Can I tell her?" Damien asks Dane. His dark eyes lighting up.
"I think we should wait for Brax." Dane replies with a shrug of his shoulders.
My spine stiffens on its own accord and my body is immediately filled with dread. It would be him, Abraxas Adler. He would take the shot, I still didn't understand why he hadn't when he came to my house.
There's an uncomfortable knot in my stomach that I cannot force down. One that wants me to flee, to escape the uncertainty. Fucking Human traits.
"Just talk to her." I plead. Sammie would hate being locked away, especially after five years of freedom.
"I'm not interested in what she has to say, not just yet." Dane tells me
I drop my gaze, there was no way I could overthrow these guys.
I may have stood a chance once, but not anymore.
And it seems like talking to them is becoming a pointless task.
But I had to try. I had to make them see that I was no longer a threat.
I clear my throat. "Why do you think that she talked me into coming back here?"
"Because that's exactly what she did." I hear his deep voice from behind and then feel something pressing into the back of my head. I close my eyes and count, waiting. Would I even hear the sound or would I already be dead? "Brax, put the gun down." Dane tells him.
It's removed from my skull, but I continue to hold my breath. He didn't have to obey Dane.
Hunters didn't work for anyone unless they chose too. So there was still a good chance he could blow my brains out at any second. "Speak." Dane tells me. He stares at me and all I could wonder was how Neah liked them, his crimson eyes gave me the creeps.
"About what? I told them everything when they came to the house."
"Neah said that Samara was answering most of the questions." He tells me
"Because I had already told her everything. Sammie has a better way of getting things heard. Especially when there was a good chance I was going to be killed, given what I have done in the past!"
"But that's not like you Blair, is it?" Brax sneers. "You have always been one that likes to be heard. Or to have the lost word."
I bite my tongue, "Things change." I whisper. "You have got this wrong."
"Nah, you have." Brax grabs my chair and spins me around to face him.
"You know that I see things. I couldn't quite work her out. There's some truth in her words. And she words things carefully.. She has a front, a very good front, something that she has probably been working on for a long time. But she doesn't have a scent."
"Neither do I." I snap
"You do," he tilts his head to one side.
I know what he is doing.
I've seen him do it before when he is trying to see deeper into the soul. I swallow the lump in my throat as beads of sweat appear on my hairline. Being nervous was a new feeling too. I think I hate this more than I have ever hated anything.
"You smell like a Human, body odor and all. Whereas she has no scent. That's why she wants to stay with you. Your scent is weak, but it still can attach itself to someone else. She needed it to rub off on her."
"W..what? No, she had her Lycan taken away just like I did."
The Hunter shakes his head at me, "Nope."
"You're lying."
He smirks and shakes his head again. "I am not. You should know me better than that, Blair."
"No one is completely scentless." I scoff
"That is where you are wrong." He glances up behind me, like he is waiting for some sort of confirmation. "You passed two burnt out cars on your way here, correct."
I nod, "The first looked like the one you and Neah left in."
"The assholes driving the second car had no scent, nothing, just like your friend in the dungeon. The problem is, they were Wolves. It seems somehow that they have been given something to completely conceal their scents. Just like your blonde friend."
I try looking over my shoulder at Dane. "He's bullshitting me, right. This is just some twisted mind game to get back at me before you kill me, right?"
"No."
I turn back to glare at Abraxas. "Then how were you not able to tell she was a Lycan when we first came here. I call bullshit."
"I'm still trying to figure that out. She covered her scent and somehow she concealed her true identity. But now, it's wearing off. And she is trapped in the dungeons." Brax smirks at me. "In fact I have bets that she either wants Cooper to herself or she is the one running the shit show."
I shake my head. It had to be a trap, some kind of trick. To lure me back here, but they still hadn't killed me. I knew tricks, I had operated a fair few and I promised myself that after Cooper no one else would succeed. Someone was lying and it wasn't me.
"She took me in." I whisper. "She can't be a Lycan. She told me what happened to her. She has evidence."
"Part of the trap." He shrugs his shoulders. "And you fell for it, big time."
"So what if she did. Why do you care? You could have just told me to go fuck myself."
"Because like you said, you brought her here and now she is our problem."
I sit in stunned silence, they had to be wrong.
She told me how she escaped.
She told me all the things that were done to her.
She showed me her box of stuff, the gown, the empty drip bag.
What she did to escape.
"And the villain falls." Abraxas laughs as he spins my chair back around to make me face Dane.
Dane watches me with his jaw clenched. His crimson eyes locked on to mine. It was impossible for me to tell how he was going to react, but the waiting is killing me.
"Go and get Neah." He mutters to Damien.
I keep my focus on Dane as Damien brushes by me. Minutes go by and no one has said anything. Eventually, two sets of footsteps make their way into the office behind me.
Neah walks around to the other side of the desk, sitting in the large chair, partially hidden by Dane.
"I know you don't want to listen to me." I start
The only blue eye I can see focuses on me. "Everyone leave." Neah demands
Hands land on my shoulders, making me jump. "Looks like you are getting exactly what you want."
I pick at the material on the edge of the chair's arm. My arms were still bound to it and the more the nerves set in, the more I looked for something to do to help calm the nerves. The picking of material helped.
The door closes behind the men and Neah doesn't say anything. I'm not sure if she is waiting for me to talk first or deciding how to proceed.
"Could I.... could I get some water?" I ask quietly
"Would you have killed me?" She asks
"Possibly." I whisper. The truth, I tell myself, nothing but the truth.
"Did you want Dane too? You wanted to be Alpha, that would mean being his mate."
"No. It was never about him. I wanted the Lycans. I wanted the Lycans to rise, to become better than the Wolves," I snort, "To be better than Humans." ""Wanted?"
"It was a mistake. I know that, it just took losing everything for me to finally see it. And I will keep saying it until you either kill me or believe me."
Claws edge out the tip of her fingers. She flexes her hands and the claws disappear. I needed to choose my words more carefully.
"I told Dane that I had a chance to...."
"I heard. You should have left and taken Samara with you."
"You believe Abraxas?"
"I was the one who suggested it to him. She reminded me of someone from my past. Doing all the talking, trying to control the situation, I would say you were about three days away from being turned into a punching bag. I stopped Brax from killing you so that I could get more answers."
"Samara isn't... Is she still alive?"
"For now."
"Are you going to kill her?"
"Soon."
I take a deep breath. "Why haven't you killed me?"