“Good choice.” Luke glanced around at the other fey that were still pinned down by hounds. “Now… Answer me this or I’ll let one of the hounds have at one of your friends. Understood?”
“Understood.”
“What Ankou recently accessed your little doorway?”
“I really don’t know, I swear. But Matilda does.”
Luke gave him a cold smile. “Get her.”
“Matilda!”
Sorcha blinked as an adorable Tinker Bell showed up. There was really no other way to describe her. She was even dressed in a flimsy, layered green dress and corset. Though to be fair, she had dark hair instead of blonde, and it was long and crowned with a circlet of flowers.
Exquisite was the only way to describe her.
As soon as she saw Luke and the others, she drew up short and tucked her green wings down by her side. “What is going on here?”
“Matilda?” Luke asked.
“Yes.”
“I’m looking for an Ankou who accessed your portal a short while ago. Ollie here said you would know who it is.”
She glanced about at the fey group that was pinned by hellhounds. “May I ask why? I hope you don’t intend to tie him down and beat him. Or feed him to one of your dogs.”
“Can’t make any promises. Since I don’t know what he’ll say, I like to keep my options open.”
“Don’t do it, Tilly!” Oliver said. “You know you can’t trust the devil’s own.”
“Can’t trust an Ankou either.” Tilly finally saw Sorcha. A frown creased her delicate brow. “A human, not human.” She turned back toward Luke. “You keep interesting company.”
“So I’ve been told.”
Tilly screwed her face up. “Elizar was the last Ankou to come through the portal. Maybe two hours ago.”
That was the kind of name Sorcha would expect, and the time would align to the poor kid’s murder.
“Where can I find this Elizar?” Luke asked.
Matilda looked past Luke to the fey he held. It was obvious she didn’t want to say, but she knew better than to lie or remain silent while Oliver was being held. “He sits at the right hand of our queen.”
Sorcha wasn’t sure what that meant. Nor did she have any idea of what an Ankou was. But her self-preservation wasn’t about to stop this conversation.
The look on Luke’s face, however, said it wasn’t a good thing for them. He obviously understood it all.
Luke’s nostrils flared. “Which one of you little parasites has royal blood?”
No one made a sound.
“All right, Helly. Pick one to kill. If it’s the royal one, oops. But if we start taking heads, either the right one will speak up, a friend will out him or we have a collection of heads for your bedroom. Win-win, all the way around.”
Stunned, Sorcha tried to say something. No words would come out.
Surely, he wouldn’t be so cold.
Yet Helly closed her eyes and pointed randomly. “That one!”
Luke handed Oliver over to Helly as he headed for the one she’d chosen. “Lucky you.”
