Page 24 of Her Silent Knight

Chapter Seven

HER CHOICE OF WEAPONwas perfect.

The veracity dagger.

Thanks to the previous owner’s journal, she knew this weapon would get the job done. In the journal, there were pictures of all the weapons and their uses. The veracity dagger forced its victim to tell the truth.

One slice would have the victim spilling not only blood but the truth. Unfortunately, one slice only got you one truth. She had a few questions she wanted to ask dragon man. She didn’t need his screams drawing more attention to her cabin.

She whispered a spell that would keep sound from leaving the room. Then again, there were a few banshees living in the woods behind her cabin. Those chicks could hear even the smallest scream.

They couldn’t hear normal conversations. But screams would definitely draw their attention. Her wards would keep them out. She simply didn’t want to put herself back on their radar. Not after her last run-in with them. It had taken two weeks for her ears to quit ringing.

The only thing that would drown out his screams and keep them from hearing them was music. Those hoes hated music. Sin looked across the room to where her radio was. She snapped her fingers.

The light on the radio turned green. Static noise filled the room. The thing didn’t work. But, with a little magic, it would sound like new. With a few whispered words her favorite Christmas tune filled the air.

Let It Snow. The R&B edition. With the deep sultry voices of the quartet filling the room, she faced her dragon captive. His confused expression was slightly adorable. Depending on how long he’d been on this plane, he’d probably never heard this song before.

Even though he had an accent and she could tell they weren’t from the same part of the mortal plane, she knew he understood the words that were being sung. When she first arrived here, she’d been shocked to learn that everyone here understood each other.

There were no language barriers. Though she spoke English, Rhen heard her words in Japanese. And vice versa. Her captive’s accent was similar to Rhen’s. Both had tan skin, sexy slanted eyes, and tattoos.

Except, her captive’s entire backside was covered with tattoos. From his neck, down to his back, over his fine ass and down his legs and ankles. She loved tattoos. And on him, those tats were sexy as hell.

A growl from her beast pulled her out of the la-la land she’d drifted into. Her eyes connected with his, only to find that his were now blazing with an intensity that made her tingle in places that shouldn’t be tingling.

Either her nipples were frostbitten or they were hard because of him. It was the latter of course. Still, frostbite would’ve been better. She forced herself not to look down. Seriously though, how long could a dick stay hard?

This had to be a world record or something. He inhaled deeply then shivered. Could he smell her arousal? Probably. Shifters had a high sensitivity to smells. She’d just pretend she didn’t know that and that she wasn’t attracted to him.

Clearing her throat, she raised the veracity dagger and turned it from side to side so he could get a good look at it. He didn’t need to worry about what she was feeling. All he needed to worry about was the pain he was about to experience.

“Do you know what this is?”

She approached him slowly, trying to figure out where to begin. She’d never tortured anyone before. Rhen and his gang always handled this for her. It was part of their deal. Blood for protection.

Yet, with this guy, she’d wanted to do it herself. He was someone Rhen had a deal with. Rhen wouldn’t have been able to make this guy see that she was off-limits. Not the way he had with the others.

None of the others ever came after her a second time. Whatever Rhen and his crew did, it got through to them. She was thankful for that. With this guy, that wouldn’t have been the case.

It was up to her to make sure he never returned to try and complete his pointless task that wasn’t going to gain him freedom anyway. Stopping a few steps away from him, she cocked her head to the side.

“You do know that killing me wasn’t going to gain you your freedom anyway, right?”

He growled. It wasn’t an angry sound though.

“Oh, right, you weren’t going to kill me. You were just going to capture and turn me over to TD, right?” She’d heard that before as Rhen was carrying off the last tracker who’d been sent by TD, The Deciders.

“They want me for my blood. Which means they probably would’ve set me up in some type of room, chained me up, sort of how I have you chained up,” she stared him up and down. “And then they would’ve hooked me up to a machine that wouldn’t kill me.”

Feeling her anger rising, she stepped closer to him. “No, they wouldn’t have killed me. That would’ve been a waste of a good commodity. A waste of a priceless product. Because to them, that’s all I am. A product. Something they can use, over and over again.”

She didn’t miss the flash of emotion that crossed over his face. Regret, possibly? It happened too quickly for her to know for sure. If he did feel regret, she didn’t care. Just like he hadn’t cared when he’d tried to shove that needle into her neck.

“They were going to hook me up to a machine that would drain my blood. Because to them, my blood is priceless. I would’ve spent the rest of my life hooked up to that machine, being used. While you continued to complete tasks for TD in vain.”

A low growl rumbled through his chest. She took another step forward.