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.

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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.

and slowing my words, “will be long, and

need be.”

baring his teeth at

then I step away, secretly grateful for it,

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

as he looks down at the

you are. And what your people want

expression that shows all of his teeth. “No,” he growls,

voice now. Roger stares at him blandly for a moment and then shifts his eyes

member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the

against the priest’s neck.

the priest’s body, making him shriek and twist in pain, but

it away quickly. The priest goes a little slack in

Roger says, kicking the leg of the chair to get the priest’s attention. “What do

with

narrow, though, as the priest looks up at Roger again and just huffs a

says, shaking his head and holding his gaze.

growing on his face. “You are

really, truly laugh, as a crash

upstairs –

my heart stops as I recognize it,

Ella

chair by

is – shushing him quietly as he falls asleep

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tapping sound at the glass of his window

it curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe a

a black–masked

to ice as I froze, as he quietly pointed to the basinet

coming for him.” (2)

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go so fast – the man pulled back his arm, and

the window

don’t know how he did it – it should have broken his hand – Sinclair paid to have

the hole he made with his fist, the rest

of the window cracking and shattering around

–

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

rolling basinet behind

away and back into the corner now, Rafe

to his feet at the foot of the window. As he stands,

–

–

way up to the window and through

fast –

on his feet now, grinning at me, starting to prowl towards me