"Tell me your secrets," I whisper in his ear before I sink my fangs in.
I take enough to poach some memories, pushing into his mind.It's getting easier to direct my power, but I may still see residual memories after this is over.
When I'm finished, I shove myself off him, wishing I could puke up what I drank from his body.I feel filthy having any part of him inside me.
"Cyril Spargo.Rogue Hunter.You… enjoyed each other's company several nights at a club."I hold my mate's gaze, keeping my words vague.Some of my mate's family is here witnessing this.Wyatt is private about his needs.He should be the one to give details if he chooses.
I knew Wyatt had a life before me.I had one before him.None of that is what disgusts me.It's what Cyril does when he's not seeking companionship at clubs where there are witnesses.
"How?How could you possibly know that?"Cyril asks, words slightly slurred.
"None of your damn business," Wyatt snaps."What did lover boy here think he'd accomplish by any of this?"This question is directed at me.
"He enjoys inflicting pain, but he doesn't have any boundaries.His kill count is in the hundreds."I don't get to continue because Cyril interrupts.
"I asked around about you, wolf.After the time we spent together, I knew you were the one I'd keep.The others never understood the gift I gave them when I shared my love.But you do."Cyril looks at Wyatt like a tiger views a gazelle."That dagger was spelled to simulate a mate bond.You should be mine!"
"He knew you'd fight him.He wanted the thrill of taking you down and controlling you."
"It should have worked!"Cyril struggles against the bindings holding him in the chair.
"Andrew is my Fated.You can't break that kind of bond with a half-assed spell, asshole."
Wyatt turns to Cordelia and Mason."Get him out of here.And make sure he's never found."
"Wait!Not yet," I say, stopping my mate's family from advancing."Where is she," I ask Cyril.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"The hell you don't.Where.Is.She?"
Stubbornly, he remains silent.
This time, I don't rein myself in.I drink Cyril down to get the answer I need.I loathe having to do it, I'm not a killer, but I can't leave that poor girl he's holding captive to suffer – probably die.
After I get the answer, I shove Cyril's body away, not caring whether he's dead or alive as the chair crashes over, taking him with it.
"We need to take a trip," I tell my mate, who is looking at me with resignation.I know he's disappointed at my heartlessness, but an innocent person's life is at stake.I couldn't save Arthur, but I can save this woman.Personally, I feel that balances out taking an evil man off the playing field of life.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Wyatt
Moonlightshinesthroughthebusted glass, illuminating the still form lying on the pile of filthy blankets.For a few seconds, I hold my breath, listening to her sluggish heartbeat.Slow, but steady.
Andrew approaches the woman slowly so as not to startle her.
"Libra, can you understand me?"he asks softly."My name is Andrew.I'm here to help."
The woman moans softly as she tries to move away from my mate."No.Please, Cyril.No more."
"Cyril is gone, Libby.We're getting you out of here."Andrew gently lifts Libra from her bed of rags.I follow him out and help him situate her in the backseat of our vehicle.
The drive back home is filled with silence.So much has happened in a short period of time – namely, my past following me home.My family hasn't asked questions, but they aren't stupid.They'll have guessed what Cyril and I participated in at the club back then.It was foolish to think I could keep something like this under wraps forever.
They won't judge, but maybe I've been judging myself.Maybe underneath it all, I'm ashamed of the coping mechanism that was built from the abuse of my past.
"I'm still me," Andrew says quietly."I'm not a monster because I decided to eat one."
