Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Zedediah
Istorm out of her room, slamming the door behind me. I lean against the wall, feeling the cold, jagged surface through my shirt as I try to steady my breathing while I listen to her sobs.
The sound pulls at me, urging me to go back in. I really need answers, but my heart just wants to comfort her. But I can’t. That necklace—Lucy’s necklace—burns in the back of my mind. She never took it off, not once, and now it’s just sitting in Catarina’s drawer?
She just stood there staring at me like I’m the problem.
Not even bothering to explain. Did she find it somewhere?
Did someone remove it from Lucy’s body? Did Fenris give it to her?
My stomach turns with the thought. I don’t know if I’m more pissed that she had it or that she refused to tell me why she had it.
My heavy footsteps echo down the hall as I storm through the building to Fenris’ study.
I can’t stop thinking of all the ways that necklace could’ve gotten into her hands, and none of them are good.
I’m halfway down the hall when I see Harold step out of my Father’s office.
Something about his face, void of emotion as always, lights a fuse in me I can’t put out. I don’t think, I just move.
My eyes land on the fire axe mounted on the wall.
Glass shatters across the floor as I rip it from its case.
He looks at me confused for a second, but it’s too late.
I charge at him and swing the blunt side of the axe into his gut.
He stumbles back and crashes into the wall with a loud grunt before toss the axe down and land on top of him.
Using the strength from the years of pent up rage, I slam my fist into the side of his face.
I yell and spittle flies out, “Did you give it to her?” My next punch lands harder against his cheek. “Was it you?” I swing again, missing. In a flash his fist smashes into my face before tossing me to the side. Somehow I manage to stand and lean up against the wall. “Answer me!”
“Who gave her Lucy’s necklace? Where the fuck did she get it?
!” I stare at him and notice he’s white.
His leathered skin, now somehow ghostly pale.
All of the blood rushes out of his face and his eyes narrow into tiny slits.
When warm blood trickles down my nose, I look at my knuckles and notice several are split open.
“Fuck!” he curses under his breath. Our eyes stay locked, even when the door opens and a flood of bodies rush out. I look at the axe lying on the floor and rush in its direction.
My wrist is grabbed before a burning pain runs through my hand when my finger is pulled back. I hear the snap and scream before trying to pull away. I hear Fenris’ voice say, “Break as many bones as you need to get him to submit!” My knees are knocked out from behind me, causing me to collapse.
“I would break every bone in my body if it meant getting the truth!” I hear the axe slide from the floor as someone behind me picks it up.
The handle connects with my skull, and pain ricochets through my head causing everyone around me to start to spin.
I try to steady myself before my limbs go numb.