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man gasping for breath. “Let’s try that again.”
“Name,” Banan repeated louder.
“Stevens.”
Banan didn’t press him for his whole name immediately. That would come later. There were more important issues at hand. “Who do you work for?”
Stevens’s eyes grew large. “I can’t tell you.”
Ryder rubbed his hands together as he walked around the three men. “I’ll tell you what we know. You’re English, you and your comrades apparently can no’ dress without talking to the others first, and you’re working for a man who has sent you after Samantha Miller.”
“You left out that they couldna fight,” Laith said.
Ryder nodded. “That’s right. Now, Stevens, your other two friends are still deep in dreamland. If you tell us what we want to know, they never have to know you were the one who told us.”
Banan watched as Stevens considered Ryder’s words. Even before the man shook his head, Banan knew Stevens wouldn’t take the deal. Stevens and his team were highly trained military men. It was going to take a lot to break him.
Now Banan wished he had kept Tristan with him so Tristan could use his mind tricks on the men and get the information they needed.
“I can get the info from him,” Laith said.
Banan flattened his lips. He could well imagine what Con would say if he knew what they were doing. At least it wasn’t on Dreagan land. “It may come to that.”
Rhys stood in front of Stevens. “You know who and what the Dark Fae are, do you no’?”
Reluctantly, Stevens nodded.
“Do you know who we are?”
“Aye. You’re from Dreagan.”
Rhys exchanged a look with Banan before he asked, “Do you know what we are?”
“ What you are?” Stevens repeated as his gaze grew worried.
Rhys seized the opportunity that presented itself. “So your master hasna told you about us.”
“He has. We know everyone at Dreagan is dangerous.”
“He got the dangerous part right,” Laith stated in a cold voice.
Banan came to stand beside Rhys and looked at the men on either side of Stevens. “What else did your master tell you about us?”
“It was need-to-know, and I didn’t need to know.”
Just like a military man, used to taking orders. Banan grabbed the man by the throat and squeezed. “You’ve got one opportunity to tell me what your plan was for Sammi or I rip your throat out. I doona expect all three of you to walk out of here. The question is, will you be the smart one?”
Stevens grabbed Banan’s hand and pushed back in his chair as he tried to get away. “We were to grab her,” he croaked out.
He immediately released Stevens. “And take her where?”
“We don’t get those orders until I call in and confirm we have her,” Stevens wheezed.
Rhys crossed his arms over his chest. “Tell us who gives the orders.”
“He’ll kill me,” Stevens said.
“I’d be more afraid of us,” Con said as he casually strolled into the house.
Banan eyed Con, whose gaze was directed at Stevens. As usual, Con was impeccably dressed. This time he wore a navy dress shirt and dove gray slacks.
As if sensing he was fast losing ground, Stevens shook his head. “It doesn’t matter what you do to me. He’ll do worse.”
“Then he obviously hasna told you who we really are,” Con said tightly. He then turned his head to Laith. “Show him.”
“Gladly,” Laith said as he stripped off his shirt and walked outside.
Con grabbed Stevens by the back of the neck and dragged him to the window. “Watch,” he ordered through clenched teeth.
This was a side to Con Banan hadn’t seen in … ages. And Banan wasn’t so sure it was for the better. It was a mystery how Con knew where they had been.
Banan knew the moment Laith shifted into a dragon, because Stevens’s face went white as death.
Stevens stumbled backward and mumbled, “Jesus.”
“Be more afraid of us,” Con told him, still holding the man in a firm grip. “Now tell us who your master is.”
Stevens opened his
“Name,” Banan repeated louder.
“Stevens.”
Banan didn’t press him for his whole name immediately. That would come later. There were more important issues at hand. “Who do you work for?”
Stevens’s eyes grew large. “I can’t tell you.”
Ryder rubbed his hands together as he walked around the three men. “I’ll tell you what we know. You’re English, you and your comrades apparently can no’ dress without talking to the others first, and you’re working for a man who has sent you after Samantha Miller.”
“You left out that they couldna fight,” Laith said.
Ryder nodded. “That’s right. Now, Stevens, your other two friends are still deep in dreamland. If you tell us what we want to know, they never have to know you were the one who told us.”
Banan watched as Stevens considered Ryder’s words. Even before the man shook his head, Banan knew Stevens wouldn’t take the deal. Stevens and his team were highly trained military men. It was going to take a lot to break him.
Now Banan wished he had kept Tristan with him so Tristan could use his mind tricks on the men and get the information they needed.
“I can get the info from him,” Laith said.
Banan flattened his lips. He could well imagine what Con would say if he knew what they were doing. At least it wasn’t on Dreagan land. “It may come to that.”
Rhys stood in front of Stevens. “You know who and what the Dark Fae are, do you no’?”
Reluctantly, Stevens nodded.
“Do you know who we are?”
“Aye. You’re from Dreagan.”
Rhys exchanged a look with Banan before he asked, “Do you know what we are?”
“ What you are?” Stevens repeated as his gaze grew worried.
Rhys seized the opportunity that presented itself. “So your master hasna told you about us.”
“He has. We know everyone at Dreagan is dangerous.”
“He got the dangerous part right,” Laith stated in a cold voice.
Banan came to stand beside Rhys and looked at the men on either side of Stevens. “What else did your master tell you about us?”
“It was need-to-know, and I didn’t need to know.”
Just like a military man, used to taking orders. Banan grabbed the man by the throat and squeezed. “You’ve got one opportunity to tell me what your plan was for Sammi or I rip your throat out. I doona expect all three of you to walk out of here. The question is, will you be the smart one?”
Stevens grabbed Banan’s hand and pushed back in his chair as he tried to get away. “We were to grab her,” he croaked out.
He immediately released Stevens. “And take her where?”
“We don’t get those orders until I call in and confirm we have her,” Stevens wheezed.
Rhys crossed his arms over his chest. “Tell us who gives the orders.”
“He’ll kill me,” Stevens said.
“I’d be more afraid of us,” Con said as he casually strolled into the house.
Banan eyed Con, whose gaze was directed at Stevens. As usual, Con was impeccably dressed. This time he wore a navy dress shirt and dove gray slacks.
As if sensing he was fast losing ground, Stevens shook his head. “It doesn’t matter what you do to me. He’ll do worse.”
“Then he obviously hasna told you who we really are,” Con said tightly. He then turned his head to Laith. “Show him.”
“Gladly,” Laith said as he stripped off his shirt and walked outside.
Con grabbed Stevens by the back of the neck and dragged him to the window. “Watch,” he ordered through clenched teeth.
This was a side to Con Banan hadn’t seen in … ages. And Banan wasn’t so sure it was for the better. It was a mystery how Con knew where they had been.
Banan knew the moment Laith shifted into a dragon, because Stevens’s face went white as death.
Stevens stumbled backward and mumbled, “Jesus.”
“Be more afraid of us,” Con told him, still holding the man in a firm grip. “Now tell us who your master is.”
Stevens opened his
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