“Wait... Killian, the fae leader of Budapest? What does he have to do with this?” Mykel pressed his hands into the desk, demanding answers. “And what do you mean what Istvan is trying to do?”
Yeah, this got complicated.
“Long story short... I was stealing these pills from Istvan’s cargo train, to piss him off really, when I got caught by fae and thrown into Halálház. Killian later found the pills in the bag I had been carrying when I was captured the first time.”Thanks to the asshole behind me. My narrowed gaze slid to Warwick.
Now I was pretty sure why I had been traded. Not that it hurt any less; it actually hurt more to know he had a family. Whether she was his mate or only his son’s mother, they had a child together, especially with how good it felt to have him next to me again. It was a calmness and thrill I had never known before.
“I discovered what they were when I was Killian’s prisoner.”
Warwick didn’t even blink, but his other form moved into me, taking up all the air in my lungs.
“Prisoner, my ass. Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy your time there, princess.”He snarled into the back of my neck, shivers spreading over my arms.“Seemed to me you were loving being his captive. Though you liked me watching, didn’t you? Make your pussy wet?”
I sucked in.
“Jealous?”I muttered under my breath.
“Of Killian or that little pretend soldier boy you have downstairs or even Captain One-Pump back at HDF?”Warwick snorted; the feel of his fingers glided up my thigh.“Not even a little.”
“Brexley?” My uncle’s voice snapped me back to the world outside of Warwick and me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ash’s head shake, sensing what was going on between us.
“Sorry.” I cleared my throat. “Killian started testing the pills onhuman subjects.” With a quick decision, I pulled my part from the narrative. “They all came willingly, but I saw what they did.” I shook my head, the memory of the people down in those cells forever haunting me. “It changes people.”
“What do you meanchanges?”
Picking up one of the pills I stole, I peered at it. So small, yet so devastating.
“They turn humans into mindless drones. They give humans fae-like strength. They no longer understand pain, and they are a lot harder to kill. Their minds were vacant, just waiting for orders.”
Mykel’s head jerked. “What do you meanorders?”
“The ones I saw, after a few days, mentally shut down. They would stand there like robots, but as soon as they were given an order to attack...” I swallowed, recalling how the woman clawed and scratched to get to me, almost forcing her bones through the cell bars. “They became feral, and their only thought was to kill and destroy.”
I could see the doubt and fear warring inside Mykel. It was hard to believe. “I know.” I shook my head with a sigh. “It sounds like a made-up story, but I promise you, it’s true. I saw every stage, from beginning to end.”
“End?” Mykel asked.
“Every one of them died after a week. Horrifically.” I had a flash of that woman becoming an empty shell, her brains leaking out of her ears and nose.
“If this is true, you are saying General Markos is producing these and loading crates with them, sending them to Prime Minister Leon, and Lord Killian has them as well.”
“Yes.” I cringed. “But I don’t believe Killian is our worry.”
Both Ash and Warwick snorted as Mykel let out a dry laugh.
“Killian would love to end the human reign and make us nothing more than slaves.” Mykel’s nose wrinkled with disgust.
Everyone kept telling me that, but I couldn’t bring myself to think the worst of Killian. Maybe Iwasa fool, and he had tricked me the whole time. But why? Why would he bother? If I was so beneath him, why would he try to play me? Kiss me...
“Before I left HDF, I found documents Istvan was hiding. Documents that back up the idea he has someone making these pills.”
“Documents? What kind?” Mykel asked.
“Notes from some quack doctor and scientists from long ago.” Itried to recall his name. “Fringe stuff about taking fae DNA and trying to create some kind of superior soldiers.”
Mykel’s face blanched, his jaw rolling. “Dr. Rapava?”
My stomach sank hearing the man’s name and wondering how my uncle knew it. “How do you know about him?”
