Mykel’s lids lowered. “Is that a threat?”
“It’s a fact.” I shrugged.
“You don’t even know where he is.”
A sinister smirk hinted on my lips. While I smiled at my uncle, I stood in front of Warwick again, his eyes watching me like a cat.
“Care to stir up a little fuss for dramatic effect, Farkas? I’m trying to make a point.”
Warwick lifted his brow, deliberately pushing up to his feet like a predator getting ready to attack. “I could probably do one better than that, princess.”
“Oh shit.” Ash’s attention pinged from Warwick to the empty spot where Warwick looked before standing up. “Brexley’s here? Are you talking to her now?”
Warwick didn’t look away from me or answer, his intrusive gaze scraping my skin.
“What do you want us to do?” Warwick’s voice climbed up my vertebrae, gnawing on the bone.
“Come find me,”I taunted Warwick with a wink before cutting the link.
Facing my uncle, I tugged on the cuff holding me to the bed. “Better agree, because in about two minutes, you are going to have a huge pissed-off fable stomping through those doors.”
“What are you talking about? He is locked up.” Mykel peered at me like I was nuts until he heard bellows and the ruckus coming from down the hall.
“Stop!” I heard men and women ordering. Things crashed to the floor, the alarm overhead going off, this one different from the one this morning. They probably had different alarms for various situations.
“Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Way.” Each syllable ground into my bones, like he was marking me. Not even using the link, it was like I could feel him near, his presence slamming into the room before he did.
Warwick came around the corner, Ash on his heels, people leaping out of his way as he stomped in.
Mykel’s mouth parted, his eyes bugging in his head.
“Tag.” Warwick leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms. He winked at me. “You’re it.”
Mykel stood frozen for another beat before guards rushed in after the two escape artists. He looked back at me, and I smiled with a shrug.
He held up his hand to keep the guards at bay, but I could feel we were teetering on a thin line.
“You can keep us handcuffed if you want?—”
“Speak for yourself, Kovacs,” Warwick rumbled, his glare piercing me. “I’ve only let myself be handcuffed once. The night I spent with three succubi and four water fairies.”
Ash’s head bobbed as he leaned against the other wall. “Oh yeah... that was a good night.”
I glared at both, making Ash grin.
“So, unless it’s going in that direction... it’s a no from me.” Warwick’s gaze slid to Mykel, danger billowing off his skin like cologne, a threat lining his words. “Butifshe stays safe... I won’t kill you.”
Mykel’s Adam’s apple bobbed, though he tried to hide anyemotion, keeping his shoulders back. It was a few beats before he flicked his chin.
“Fine.” He turned to his guards. “You can go.”
They hesitated but slowly ebbed out, responding to their leader’s order.
Mykel twisted to me, pulling a key to my cuffs from his pocket. “I am giving you a huge amount of trust right now.” He unlatched my cuff, stepping back. “Remember, your father wasmybrother. If you betray me, you betray him and all he was trying to do for you.” He huffed. “And I will not hesitate to lock you up if you force my hand,” he said coolly, marching out of the room, making me feel every stab digging into my heart.
Chapter
Six
