As if on cue Daniel and Anton glowered at her, their expressions menacing.
“All you need to do is fill in a couple blanks for us.”
I waited as she studied us.
“Bullshit, he nearly killed me last night,” she said, tilting her head at Liam.
He stepped forward, aggression in every line of his body.
I caught his arm and pulled him back.“You did try to kill me. I can’t really blame him for retaliating.”
Despite the turmoil of earlier and how fragile I still felt, I managed to come off sounding strong and confident.
Miriam reached up to flick her hair over her shoulde.“I may have overreacted to the situation.”
Anton gave a small snort.“That’s one way to put it.”
SensingI’d gotten somewhere with her and not wanting to lose the small glimmer of cooperation, I pointed at the bodies.“Tell me what you know about these.”
Miriam took a step closer, careful not to get too close to Joseph who watched her with fascination.
“They’re dead,” she said.
“We know that. How?” Liam asked.
She shrugged, the motion careless.
“You’re not even trying to lie well,” Anton said silkily.
Insult flashed before she controlled the emotion.
“Do you know what we can do to a witch like you?” he asked, circling her.“We’ll drink you down to nothing.”
“Try, and my power will burn you from the inside out,” she snapped.
His smile was full of dark promise. This wasn’t the charming rogue; this was a predator pure and simple.
From the unease on Miriam’s face, a part of her understood that.
“We’re not like the rest of our kind, pequeña. We’re the council’s enforcers. We’ve drunk down much more powerful beings than you.”
“You lie.” Miriam’s protest lacked oomph. Some part of her believed Anton.
Hell, I believed Anton.
He tapped her on the nose.“Keep being difficult and you’ll find out.”
He stepped back and gave her a self-satisfied smirk.
She watched him like a mouse watches a snake, no longer convinced of her invincibility. Still, a touch of stubbornness remained. This wasn’t someone used to being at the bottom of the food chain. She might refuse simply out of misplaced pride.
“Miriam, just help us. Your coven has already turned from you. They’ve proven they want you dead,” I said.
Her eyes narrowed.“Not all of them. Just Sarah’s disciples.”
Now we were getting somewhere.
“Why try to kill you?” I asked.
