Chapter 330 – Protecting my Own

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

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.

I continue, lowering my voice and slowing my words, “will

bloody, if need be.”

baring his

him, which makes him faulter. And then

this man’s head off. Roger

crossed as he looks

what your people want with my

that shows

in his voice now. Roger stares at him blandly for a moment

of the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest

places it swiftly against

bolt flies through the priest’s body, making him shriek and twist in pain, but my

away quickly. The priest goes a little slack in

kicking the leg of the chair to get the priest’s attention. “What

people want with my

the priest looks up at

says, shaking his head

a smile growing on his face. “You are

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

upstairs –

my heart stops as I

Ella

in my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on the edge

is – shushing him quietly as he falls asleep when

sound at the glass

curiously, expecting a little

I saw a black–masked face calmly

turning to ice as I froze,

coming for

then it seemed to go so fast – the man pulled back his arm, and

the window

it – it should have broken

the hole he

window cracking and shattering around

an instant later, my instincts came back

basinet behind me

away and back into the corner

the foot of the window. As

working their way up

fast

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