I should have told Fitz that he didn’t need to turn himself into a docile lamb. Even though part of me wanted him to, in the beginning. At some point I came to my senses and realized that I liked him just the way he is. As long as he isn’t trying to murder me. Why haven’t I told him? I need to tell him as soon as I can.
If we survive this and if the Council ever gives us our freedom back, Fitz being his true, feisty self doesn’t sound bad at all.
We just need to survive first.
Chapter thirty-one
Thismaproomisincredible. It’s like something out of a Marvel film. We are underground so there are no windows. The room is dimly lit, almost like mood lighting. A large table fills most of the space and its top is like a giant phone or tablet. It’s displaying a map, and with pinching gestures and hand movements it’s possible to zoom right in and swipe around.
Fitz is leaning over it and concentrating. He moves the map around for a bit before tapping on a spot.
“There, that’s the last place I saw other hunters. But it’s just a bar, a meeting place. They weren’t connected to it. I don’t think they had ever been there before.”
The Grand Master looks unimpressed and crosses his arms. He is dressed in black leather today and looks exactly like a supervillain. I feel like I am trapped in his lair.
“Then do better,” he snaps.
Fitz deflates. His head drops and his shoulders sag. The sight causes me physical pain and I can’t bear it at all.
“He has told you everything he knows!” I snarl. “He is doing his best!”
The necromancer’s icy stare penetrates my soul and gives me frostbite. “Then his best is not good enough.”
“What the fuck do you want him to do!” I’m yelling, which is probably not a good thing. Apparently I have no self-preservation when Fitz is involved.
The door opens and an alpha walks in. He is about my age, with a mop of tawny colored hair. He is a good-looking man. He shares a look with the Grand Master that I can’t decipher. Then he silently goes and stands behind him.
I’m still wearing the stupid magic binding cuffs, so I can’t tell for sure, but I’m fairly certain that’s the Grand Master’s mate. I have no idea why he is here. He hasn’t been involved at all, up to now.
“I have told you everything,” Fitz says softly.
“Do you really think I’m stupid enough to believe that?” The Grand Master’s eyes narrow.
Fitz winces and a flash of fear crosses over his face.
I’m stepping forward without intending to, my lip is curling up in a snarl. “Leave him the fuck alone.”
The Grandmaster steps forward too and we are glaring at each other over the map table.
“Hunters murdered my mate and experimented on my pups, I’m so not leaving him alone.”
My startled, puzzled gaze flicks to the worried looking alpha standing behind him. I thought he was his mate? Silas catches my look and gives an impatient gesture with his hand.
“I’m a necromancer. Figure it out.”
He brought his mate back from the dead? I shudder. That’s impossible. The guy doesn’t look like a zombie. What the Grand Master is suggesting, is as crazy as someone pulling down the moon. If it’s true, then fuck. Silas Darkstar really is crazy powerful, and he is going to have a hell of a grudge against hunters, and that means Fitz is in very real danger.
I should beg, plead, appease. I should do everything and anything necessary to protect Fitz, but I’m an alpha and my go to emotion is rage and I’m not strong enough to contain it any longer.
“What are you going to do? Torture him? Hunters had your pups for a while, but they had him for his whole life. What do you think that was like? Have you seen the scars on his body? Do you really think you can do worse? And if you can, then that makes you worse than them!”
Silas is summoning his magic. Balls of electric blue fire are forming in his hands and there is not a thing I can do about it. My magic is bound. I’m impotent. But I can still try to rip his throat out with my teeth.
The alpha places a hand on Silas’s shoulder and the necromancer seems to calm down a little.
“Leave,” orders the alpha as he glares at me.
My wolf wants to splutter in indignation at this strange alpha thinking he can give orders, but Fitz is tugging at my arm and pulling me away. He leads me through the twisting maze-like corridors and back to the small room we have been given.
