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.

my voice and

need

by baring his teeth

him faulter. And then I

tensed, ready to rip this man’s head off. Roger steps in to

as he looks down at the

And what your people want

man just grins at Roger, a too–wide expression that shows all of his teeth. “No,”

at him blandly for a moment and

behind the

against the priest’s neck.

body, making him shriek and twist

it away quickly. The priest goes

of the chair to get

people want with my

though, as the priest looks up at Roger again and

priest says, shaking his head and holding his

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

then he starts to laugh – really, truly laugh, as a crash of glass sounds

upstairs –

stops as I recognize it,

Ella

was just sitting here, tense, in my rocking chair by Rafe’s

quietly as he falls

–

at the glass

curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe a squirrel –

black–masked

body turning to ice as I froze, as he quietly pointed to the basinet and mouthed

coming for him.” (2)

–

fast – the man pulled back his arm,

window –

did it – it should have broken his hand – Sinclair paid

his body, head–first, into the room through the hole he made with his

cracking and shattering around him

–

the moment he hit the floor, only half an instant later,

my child’s rolling basinet behind me and screamed

rocking chair away and back into the corner now, Rafe

gets to his feet at the foot of the window. As he stands, my heart jumps when I

–

–

more more men behind him, working their way up to the

fast –

the lead is on his feet now, grinning at me, starting to prowl