“Then Emanual smelled a dragon that wasn’t part of our fleet and he went immediately. Emanual released his fire. We don’t know why, but mixed with all the gas in this place, it caused a bit of an explosion.
“I got to them as fast as I could. They are taking Emanual back now, but Jaco is badly hurt. We might need to fly him tonight to Paegeia.”
“Do what you have to do to save his life. I’m not telling Elena her father is dead.”
He nodded as my gut pulled into knots. I didn’t like this feeling, this constant fear and worry. I left when the damage was almost repaired and went back to the compound through the transformer.
I landed, morphed back and got handed a robe. “Where are they?” My body still felt weird, but that wasn’t important now.
“Basement,” Tim answered. “They are not talking.”
“Pack me a bag!” I pulled the robe over my body and it fell down to my ankles.
I walked down the steps to the basement and my father sat on a chair facing all four of the ones that they spared. They were all tied up with magical ropes, blocking their abilities. They were useless at the moment.
“Tell me where Malcolm is!” Dad roared.
They laughed at him as my feet touched the cold cement floor and I rushed over to them. I grabbed the first one and pulled him by his hair, forcing his head to look at me. “Where is Fox!” I didn’t even sound like me.
He laughed, and all his buddies snorted their laughter with him.
“Oh, you think it’s funny.” My lips curved upwards. “Let me show you how funny I am. Maybe your friends will talk.”
I let go of him and walked a few steps back. My father’s gaze flickered to me with a set jaw.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” I turned back around. My gaze flickered back to the first guy. His shoulder dislocated, and he screamed. My eyes flickered to his other shoulder, and I ordered that shoulder to pop from his socket.
More grunts and screams filled the basement.
The restraints glided down from his shoulders, but he wouldn’t be able to move a muscle. His three buddies stared at him in horror. Their eyes flickered from him to me.
“Are you going to tell me where they are, or do I have to break all the fucking bones in your body?”
“Who are you?” the one on the end asked, but I ignored him.
“I will speak if I am you.” Dad looked at the guy.
“We don’t—”
The fire in my palm lit up, and they all stared at the hypnotic pink glow dancing in my flame.
“The Rubicon,” one said, and he shuffled in his chair, wanting to get out of here.
“You didn’t think I was sitting this one out, now did you? Where the fuck is Fox!” I used my alpha voice.
They all grunted and lowered their heads. Some of their noses bled.
The one at the end clamped his lips shut, but he was ready to sing. I rushed over to him.
“Speak!” I ordered in a stronger tone.
Dad and Matt both clutched their heads and tried to suppress the groans that my alpha call was piercing through their minds. I guessed my emotions determine how effective it was.
“Elk Neck.” The words pushed with spit through his clenched jaws. “Fox has a cabin, but she is already dead. He doesn’t play around.”
My eyelids twitched as I stormed back up the stairs. My order left them.
