When she reached the last hallway, she skidded to a stop.
“Bonjour, ma cherie,” Roland said. His thick French accent sweeping over the words as his eyes did the same to her battered body.
Reyna put her hands on her knees to catch her breath.
“Did you believe you could stroll through these walls unnoticed? Barge in here and save the day?”
She had no response for him. She wanted to spit in his face. He was waiting for her. He had clearly double-crossed them. But at the end of the day, it didn’t change anything. She still had to seeHarrington.
“You’ve played your part. Now your fight is up. Surrender and he may be merciful.”
“Yeah. Sure. Okay,” she said sarcastically. “Has that ever actually worked on someone?”
“Or I could kill you right here.”
“Now we’re talking.” She stood up and began to stride toward him. “You’re standing between me and that door. Either get out of my way or do something about it.”
“You have no weapon. Beckham is occupied. It is just you—a weak, defenseless human—against two of the most powerful vampires in known existence. What do you seek to gain from walking into that room?”
“Justice,” she spat in his face. She would not back down. She would not walk away. She could speak Roland’s language. She knew what made him tick. “Now open the damn door.”
He laughed seductively. “I love when you order me around.”
“Liar.”
“Oh yes, I’d prefer to rip your throat out to shut your loud mouth, but watching you walk to your own death will do just fine.”
Then Roland turned the knob on the door and held it open for her.
“After you.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
“About time,” Reyna said, and then entered the monster’s lair.
She held her breath as she walked inside. She couldn’t believe she was here. That she was actually doing this. It was impossible to think that she was face-to-face with her kidnapper and torturer again. That she could look at him and not see the man who had turned Brian and set him loose in a room full of people. That she didn’t see Beckham’s murderer.
Harrington was sitting behind a glass desk in a glass room. The walls were opaque so that he could see out, and undoubtedly her exchange with Roland, but no one could see inside. Clever, creepy, and voyeuristic all at once.
How little Harrington had changed.
“Ah, my little queen,” he said. “Welcome.”
Reyna shuddered at the nickname.
“William,” Reyna said. She held her chin high on the offensive. “Nice digs.”
He gestured for her to take a seat. “I thought you might like it.”
Yeah, not happening. She stood her ground.
She heard Roland enter behind her and the door quietly closed. He stepped around her, taking a position of power to the right of Harrington. She nearly rolled her eyes. Bastard.
“It’s so clean,” she commented.
His eyes narrowed briefly and then relaxed. “I prefer my life orderly. It has been a sticking point between you and I.”
“Right. Because I’m so out of order.”
