Page 25 of Her Silent Knight

“How long have you been here?” He didn’t respond. Just kept staring at her. His eyes never strayed from hers. Not once. She stepped closer. “How many tasks have you completed for them?”

Still no response. She took another step forward. “How many people have you hurt? How many people have you turned over to TD?”

Regret. That’s what it was. A look of regret crossed over his face before he quickly shut the emotion out and made his expression void of any emotion. She stepped forward again.

Now toe to toe with her captive, she asked, “How many people are trapped in what feels like a recurring nightmare but is really their new reality, all because of you?” Her voice rose as her anger burst forth.

“All because you wanted off this plane? All because you thought your life was more important than theirs?” Hands trembling, her anger rose with each word she shouted. The veracity dagger shook as if begging her to use it.

Leaning forward, all in his face now, she continued to yell. “How many creatures are wishing they were dead because you thought your life was worth more than theirs? Because you thought you had a right to be free while they remained a prisoner on this plane?”

Tears streaked down her cheeks. She hated the fact that she cried when she was mad. It made others think she was weak. She wasn’t weak. She was pissed the fuck off.

“Say something,” she screamed as she raised the dagger. His gaze remained locked with hers, never straying away from her brown eyes. His silence only pissed her off more. Fuck it.

She brought the dagger down with such force that she was sure she was going to cut deep. If he didn’t want to talk, he’d scream. Either way, she’ll get a sound from this smug bastard.

The tip of the dagger stopped not even an inch away from his chest. What the fuck? No matter how hard she tried to force that damn blade into his flesh, it wouldn’t budge. She pulled it back and tried again.

It stopped mere inches away from his chest. Her gaze rose to his. He too looked surprised by how the dagger was performing. He didn’t have powers. Not like her. He was a fucking shifter.

It had to be the knife. Furious, and slightly embarrassed by her first failed torture attempt. She threw the dagger to the ground. His gaze moved from the discarded blade to her. She wanted to slap that smug grin off his face.

This wasn’t over yet. She whirled around and headed back to the chest, ignoring the low growls coming from him. If the veracity dagger didn’t want to play, she’d find something that would.

She grabbed another dagger. This one couldn’t force its victim to speak the truth. But it could stab. Right now, that was all that mattered. Gripping the hilt of the larger dagger, Sin returned to her dragon.

He wasn’t looking as smug now. His eyes were on the dagger she was raising. She hesitated. His gaze returned to hers. She forced herself to think of all the people he’d hurt, some of whom was probably just as innocent as her.

They hadn’t asked to be here. Yet, they’d gone from bad to worse because of him. Because he thought sacrificing them to save himself was the way to go. Sinclair brought the dagger down again, wanting to make him feel a fraction of the pain he’d caused others.

Her wrist damn near fractured when the dagger stopped inches from his chest. Fucking daggers. Maybe there was something special about this guy’s chest. She raised the dagger and aimed at his neck.

It stopped inches from his flesh. Shit. Try again. She aimed it at his face. He didn’t even flinch when she brought the dagger down. It stopped right before she was sure it was going to pierce his right eye.

He didn’t even blink. Just stared at her. Fucking bastard. She was no quitter. She returned to the chest. Hands on her hips, she stared down at the items. Let’s try these bad boys out. Sinclair slipped her fingers into a pair of brass knuckles.

Balling her hand into a fist, she stared over her shoulder to her captive. This was her first time noticing the blood on his wrist. He’d been trying to break out. There was no getting out of those iron cuffs.

Plus, they were spelled. Her magic was strong. Her magic. She stared down at the brass knuckles. Maybe with a little magic involved, this weapon would be able to get the job done.

Closing her eyes, she channeled her energy into the spell she was whispering. Strands of her hair rose as she chanted quietly. Behind her, the dragon roared. Ignoring all of that, she chanted the spell two more times.

Just to be sure it worked. Sin opened her eyes and stared at her weapon that was now glowing. It worked. Smiling, she turned and stalked back in his direction. She didn’t hesitate this time. She didn’t pause.

As soon as she reached him, she cocked her fist back and swung. Her brass covered knuckles connected with nothing but air. The force behind her punch caused her to stumble forward.

Her face smacked into his chest. Her fist still hovered in front of his face as if frozen in place. Lowering her hand, she pushed away from his chest, ignoring the growls he was emitting. Needless to say, she was frustrated and beyond pissed.

Sin tossed the brass knuckles to the floor and massaged her aching hand. Why wasn’t she able to fucking torture him? She met his dark gaze. There had to be a way to bring pain to a person who’d brought pain to so many others.

He deserved it. She’d been able to use her magic to put him to sleep. There were spells that were able to bring pain. She’d only studied them as a last resort. They were dark magic spells, spells she’d never thought to use.

Spells that could possibly turn her soul dark if she allowed it in. A tear dripped down her cheek. Was she really willing to allow the darkness in her heart, in her soul, just because of this creature?

Her ancestors would be ashamed. They’d been given their power to help, to protect. They were Guardians. They only used battle magic. Never dark magic. Yet, here she was, all alone in a frozen world of chaos, contemplating opening her heart up to darkness.

All because of a dragon whose soul was already dark. All because of a dragon who only knew how to destroy, not guard, not protect. She wasn’t going to taint her soul because of him. Not happening.