Killian’s voice is a snarl. He’s moved without me noticing, putting himself more firmly between me and Vyse, even if it means standing side by side with Villeneuve.
The dark veins on his neck pulse visibly.
Oh, gods…
“You’re not putting her around those freaks again.”
“Mr. Underwood?—”
“I saidno.” Killian’s eyes have that golden flicker in them. His hands are clenched so hard his knuckles have gone white. “Find another way. She’s not going anywhere near that coven of fucking assholes who abused her for years.”
Vyse raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push. Smart of him. Killian looks about three seconds from shifting and taking a bite out of someone.
None of the wolves are moving, but Rowan and Micah are both watching Killian like he’s about to snap.
And I don’t think their fears are unfounded.
Rebecca. Rebecca, who Kyle was fucking behind my back at first and then right in front of my face, who stood there smirking while they unleashed a werewolf to drag me back to a life of magical servitude.
I know her.
Know how she thinks, how she operates.
Kyle confided in her, probably more than he ever confided in me. Ifanyoneknows where he’s hiding, where the necromancer came from and what the hell is actually going on, it’s her.
And I’m so. Fucking. Tired.
Tired of hiding and waiting for the next attack, waiting for the virus to progress. Killian is dying by inches and we don’t have any leads. Kyle is out there somewhere, probably planning his next move while we sit around hoping Vyse will pull some magic out of thin air.
“I’ll do it.”
Every head in the room turns toward me.
“Regina...” Killian starts.
“I’ll do it,” I repeat. “Whatever it takes. Interview the coven members, look for signs of Kyle’s magic, whatever you need.”
“You don’t have to?—”
“I want to.” I meet Killian’s eyes. “We don’t have any other leads. Kyle is hiding somewhere, and if anyone knows where, it’s Rebecca. She was always his favorite.”
The words don’t even come out bitter anymore, just factual. Kyle was never some prize to be won. Now that he’s left Rebecca high and dry, I wonder if even she understands that.
“She’s dangerous,” Rowan says quietly.
“So am I.”
Sadie snorts from her spot near the door. “Hell yeah you are.”
Micah shoots her a look, but there’s a hint of pride in his expression when he glances back at me.
“The Council facility has extensive protections,” Vyse offers. “She’d be perfectly safe. And I would be present for any interrogation.”
“Oh, awesome. Hannibal Lecter is going to be there to protect her from Buffalo Bill,” Rowan says under his breath.
“That movie was about cowboys?” Sean asks, eye widening. “This whole time I thought it was scary.”
Rowan gives him a bewildered look.
