BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 415: Resilient Prisoner {1}

Chapter 415: Resilient Prisoner {1}

"Alpha?"

I ignored the voice behind me. Quietly smoking my cigarette and keeping my eyes on the view. The skies were bright and blinding and the constant wind caused the tree to dance and the loud noises the birds made didn’t go unnoticed. The trees and grasses vibrant in their respective colors, carrying the fresh smell of nature.

This is the closest thing to a clear head since that night, a night that kept playing in my head when I had my fingers buried inside her, squirming and moaning for a release as she coated my fingers with her juices. And each time I think about it I get angry to the point of blinding rage especially when I picture a golden ring with a red gemstone around her finger.

I took a long drag and allowed the smoke to settle within me, I closed my eyes. The smoke had the tendency to blur my mind for a bit and sometimes dulls the bloodlust but does not completely erase it, at least it does for a few seconds and that was the closest thing to peace inside this chaotic brain of mind, a reason why I picked up smoking years ago, for that reason only.

I exhaled with open eyes and the smoke escaped from my nostrils and mouth, I flicked the remaining cigar to the grass and turned to walk and Singe followed behind.

"How is our prisoner?"

"Resilient"

Tell me about it, Emma is a fucking menace in her own way and just as resilient with shit-ass emotions in those pretty green eyes of hers. I have kept this ’Grayson’ locked up and made no attempts to question him, I just isolated him to see if he will lose his mind first with no touch of light or physical contact but it seemed like that is just bullshit, I bet the guy is chilling in the dark.

He isn’t a vampire... I can tell that much but I don’t know if he’s human either, he’s odorless and that is something you don’t see every day because it fucks with the brain when you don’t know your enemy. Well, it’s about time I do it right?

Maybe I will break him... easy and slow.

I’m itching to smoke again but I don’t, I need my bloodlust to a certain degree and very not smoky thoughts. Singe and I took a trip to the basement level through the lift.

"What happened that night?"

"You will have to be more specific" I grumbled rubbing my jaw.

"The countess... she had tears in her eyes when she left your suite"

I’m gonna ignore the tightening I suddenly feel in my chest. "So?"

"So?" he backtracked and I faced him with very dead eyes.

He gulped but still opened his mouth. "She smelled funny too... did you two um..." he clears his throat. I peeled my eyes from him hoping the remaining conversation will be lost but this Singe for fucks sake.

"Dace"

I sighed heavily, he only calls me my name whenever he’s deadly serious and only between us, to the others Singe might just be my second in command but he was closer than that sometimes.

"No" my answer was short and simple.

"You broke Dan’s two hands for her and forced him not to heal until you say so"

"So?"

I could tell he’s rolling his eyes right now without me even looking. "It means that maybe this ploy of yours is turning into something else"

"And what might that be?"

The lift made a jerk and came to a stop.

"An obsession"

That struck a nerve but I choose to ignore it or whatever Singe has to say right now.

We both walked to a secluded hall with several doors and we both stopped in front of a particular one, the guard there acknowledged my presence and opened it and I told them to leave.

I walked in, a cell just in view, I grabbed an iron chair and sat right in front of the bars, with legs spread and arms wrapped on my chest.

I tilted my head to the side. "A little birdie told me your name is Grayson" I began eyeing the dark cell but with my eyes I could see him quite clearly. "That’s the closest I have gotten so far, so why don’t we have a talk? I choose not to resort to violence. Depends on what you give me"

I heard footsteps until he came into view and leaned against the bars, not a flick of fear in his eyes, I don’t think there was any since the moment we caught him.

Interesting.

"Where’s my sister?"

"Safe" I let the word roll from my tongue.

He scoffed like he was staring at an insane man. "Safe? With you? No. You fucking kidnapped her!"

"Yes I did and you came to rescue her with your little stunt. I must say it’s smart to use that move. Silver? Such a perfect plan"

He chuckled, dipping his head and his blonde hair a falling mess resting on top of his forehead. "Look, I had nothing to do with the silver, torture me or interrogate me all you want the answer is still the same"

"Why should I believe you?"

"I only came for my sister"

"Without Luther? I find that hard to believe especially when.... You’re not a vampire" I leaned away from my seat and rested my elbows on my knees. "Tell me... what is Luther doing with a human like you or not a human?" I narrowed my eyes.

"I have nothing to say to you, Devereaux"

"Of course you don’t," I smirked. "I have ways to get my answers I’m sure you have heard the rumors if you worked with the vampires"

"I know what I was getting myself into when I came here. I don’t regret it," he said, leaning away from the bars and standing at his full height. "Instead of focusing on your uninteresting prisoner maybe you should focus on WHO really attacked your party"

My eyelid switched. "The girl you saved... how did you do it?"

"If I find out you hurt my sister in any way or the other, I don’t give a shit if you’re a dark alpha. I will get out of this fucking cage and I will make sure I drive a silver right through your heart even if it’s the last thing I do"

I chuckled deeply, dipping my head. This guy got guts I will give him that, able to withstand my aura as he is, standing in a fucking cell, and yet have the balls to threaten me, it’s not every day I get to be pushed.

"Challenge accepted, Gray"