R

a call f

ice. Edgar stood a few feet away from h

currently lighting up

call Corey and let him know the status of things after the first interrogation, but

of the Maria Hatzi. An

just wait and let him h

ed the phone to his

the w

ll a

till in o

hough not

You sick fuck. What exactl

s going to be a lot more torture, and a lot les

work with that.” As if he had a

singling the e

oiding Edgar’s look as he t

make an exception. She deserved every hurtful thing they would do to he

what it felt like to be on the receiving end of his wrath. She had brought it upon herself t

so the one that had wiped out Corey’s entire h

th her’s. But first, she was going t

er cell. With each step he took, he tried to shed off the guilt he felt.

and outside—his powers to make sure that he got his sister b

meant hurti

needed to be changed anyway. It wasn’t his intention to alert people whenever he walked in

was down here, he had not bothered to turn them on because they hadn’t been important. Th

like he was humouring her, answering h

drawing his eyes to the

e cells with shorter beds just so that she would have to suffer and bitch about the bed

et, if not more. The bed was not up

ace, but he knew that she was definitely pissed as hell. Over the pasty few days, meals had been given to her

r feeding, had told him that she asked for a bath, which he

as because she needed to stay alive for the questioning.

d. “Care to tell me how y

ept on staring at the other side of the

said weakly. “I don’t

husky, probabl

napped. “Here’s how its going to go, Princess. You’re go

climbed off the cot and stood. He frowned, but before he could say anything,

ngs were

t tall anymore. She now sto

not a single red on her body apart from the cloak she was

ir

f him as a fucking knockout. And she was youn

His voice sounded hoars

etting the cloak fall around her feet. And, God save him, the moment she became bar

pouty pink lips, the kind that promised to ruin a man, and a body that was made just to bring a man to his

t the T-shirt she wore that had his palms fisting and opening unconsciously, her taut stomach, wide

bars. He wanted to know what colour this ver

ed that they were

yet, she still managed to look down at him. Did she think that presenting him with a body that looked

d almost impossible, Bran cleared his throat. “Wh

im in confusion, he fought

s for you?” He couldn’t hide the anger in his voice even if he tried. “Or did

e stared at him incre

e honestly think h

redhead? Who was that?” He

wearing anyone else’s….” She trai

trate with a body lik

l you cha

can

away and walking towards the door. He couldn’t look at her for a second lo

last words,