Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Sinclair

I growl down at the man before me, who is younger than I thought he would be, for one with

such power. He has thick black hair and a day’s worth of stubble on his thin cheeks. The man

glares up at me with dark, angry eyes and opens his mouth to speak but before he can, I slap him

– hard with an open palm.

–

The man gasps with surprise and pain, his eyes going wide as he stares down at the floor, and I

smirk. I doubt this man has been slapped anytime recently, if ever. He has the smug look of

someone used to being in charge.

But he’s in my house now.

“You’ll speak when we tell you to speak,” I growl, and then I turn to the head of my

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reconnaissance team, who is standing against the wall, his hands on his knees, panting a little.

Craig isn’t a small man to see him so undone by the efforts suggests that this diminutive priest

is, indeed, powerful in other ways.

“How did you catch him?” I snap. Craig looks up at me and does his best to straighten up.

“We followed the leads, sir,” he replies, looking me in the eyes, “that we gleaned from the

conversation with the other priest, who wished to remain anonymous. They were…fruitful. We

found this one’s lair, for lack of a better word. It was actually in a sewer -in an abandoned

maintenance room. He was living there doing…” Craig hesitates and then shrugs. “Forgive me, Sir,

for the dramatic language, but ‘arcane magics‘ are the only words coming to my mind now. Lizard

skins…and and snail shells, in jars – he had a cauldron –”

“Thank you,” I say, interrupting and nodding towards the head of my investigative team. “You.

will give your details to Alastair, as soon as you can. For now, though I want everyone here for

the interrogation.” I lean forward towards the priest, who watches me with wary eyes and a

clenched jaw.

voice and slowing my words, “will

need

by baring his teeth at me in a little snarl.

makes him faulter. And then I step

this man’s head off. Roger steps in to take

us,” Roger commands, his arms crossed as he looks down at the man

are. And what your people want with my brother’s child.”

expression that shows all

now. Roger stares at him blandly for a

member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the

against the priest’s neck.

body, making him shriek and

goes a little slack in his chair, panting.

leg of the chair to get the

people want with my

the priest looks up at

his head and holding

a smile growing on his face. “You are already…too late.”

laugh, as a crash of glass sounds and a scream

upstairs –

stops as I recognize

Ella

tense, in my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet,

him quietly as he falls asleep

–

a little tapping sound at the glass of his window

expecting a little bird – maybe a

terror flooded me when I saw a black–masked face

body turning to ice as I froze, as he

for him.” (2)

–

the man pulled back his arm, and made a fist, and crashed it

the window

it – it should have broken his hand

into the room through the hole he made with his fist, the rest of the

of the window cracking and shattering around

–

only half an instant later, my instincts came back to me,

my child’s rolling basinet behind me and screamed

rocking chair away and back into the corner now, Rafe in his cradle

the window. As

–

–

their way up

fast –

is on his feet now,