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finish his explanation.
Nieves glowered at Alric. Alric, glowering just as coldly back, lifted the corners of his lips into a faint smile. She knew he was enjoying her fretting.
“Ma’am.” The man stepped forward then kneeled down. “I just need you to tell me where you’ve been all day and what you’ve been doing.”
Nieves finally looked at him—her eyes seemingly dead. “What? You idiot. I’m chained to the bed. Where do you expect me to go?”
His eyes widened—eyes hidden behind his pepper gray eyebrows. He looked to be in his forties as the wrinkles on his forehead deepened. “Chained?” As his eyes wondered around, she lifted her ankle and showed him the thick shackle.
“Alric?” blurted the man kneeling before her.
Alric simply replied in a monotone, “Bartolemé?”
The man named Bartolemé, as Nieves discovered, seemed slightly surprised by the shackle and chain. He hadn’t thought Alric would actually chain a girl to his bed in order to have her close by.
What did this mean, Bartolemé thought to himself.
“Is there a reason she’s chained like this?” asked Bartolemé in his usual gruff, inspector’s voice.
Alric leaned back against the wall, staring at the roof with a bored look upon his face. “She is not a cursed one. I can do with her as I like, Bartolemé. Besides, it’s not like I’m going to kill her just yet.”
Nieves didn’t even flinch. She felt slightly sorry for Alric but she was more concerned about Wilhelm’s condition. “Where is he?” she blurted to Alric, not pulling her eyes away from him. “Where’s Wilhelm?”
“Dead,” he told her. “Completely and utterly dead.”
Nieves gasped, getting to her feet. “Why? Why would you do that?”
Alric simply smirked with pleasure to hear her sorrow and fear. It made his bones ache to hear more.
Laughter began to tickle his throat but he swallowed it down.
“Dead?” questioned Bartolemé. “You wouldn’t dare kill one of your cursed and be so bold as to admit it in front of me, Alric. Where is he really?”
Alric pushed himself off the wall; he hated that Bartolemé had to ruin his fun. “Why the hell would I know that? I do not keep tabs on his presence everywhere that he may decide to go.”
“Alric?” grumbled Bartolemé.
Alric didn’t like being told what to do. “Do you really want to piss me off tonight, Bartolemé? With Danzig gone I’m a little stronger than what I used to be.”
Bartolemé raised his head, tightened his jaw and lifted to his feet. “I don’t know if you poisoned Danzig or not Alric but when I’m through with my investigation be prepared to hear my accusations.”
Alric let a corner of his lip rise into a smile. “I’ll be different by then. I’m sure the snow will have fallen by the time you find your pathetic results.”
Bartolemé gave a light huff. “I really do hope so.” Without further word he headed for the door with his leather brimmed hat in hand. His boots banged across the wooden floors and down the hallway into nothing but a whisper.
“You’re such trouble,” Alric stated. “Turning all of them against me. I had them so easily trained that if I were to bat an eyelash they’d come running to help me. Now, they are all against me. Even the children.”
“Children?”
Alric glowered at her. “Yes. It seems Eliza and Jacob think you’re a princess come to save them. Bitch. How dare you tell them that?”
Nieves shook her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Liar,” he whispered.
“I’m not,” she replied, gulping down her fear as he took a step forward. “I do not know who they are. I have never met them. Ask Wilhelm! He was in here when I woke up. Ask him! Take me to him!”
A sudden sharp pain entered Alric’s chest. He took down a breath of air, feeling the sudden energy jolt through his body. “No,” he thought with agony. “No, not another attack. Let me be!”
“Alric?”
He clenched his fists
Nieves glowered at Alric. Alric, glowering just as coldly back, lifted the corners of his lips into a faint smile. She knew he was enjoying her fretting.
“Ma’am.” The man stepped forward then kneeled down. “I just need you to tell me where you’ve been all day and what you’ve been doing.”
Nieves finally looked at him—her eyes seemingly dead. “What? You idiot. I’m chained to the bed. Where do you expect me to go?”
His eyes widened—eyes hidden behind his pepper gray eyebrows. He looked to be in his forties as the wrinkles on his forehead deepened. “Chained?” As his eyes wondered around, she lifted her ankle and showed him the thick shackle.
“Alric?” blurted the man kneeling before her.
Alric simply replied in a monotone, “Bartolemé?”
The man named Bartolemé, as Nieves discovered, seemed slightly surprised by the shackle and chain. He hadn’t thought Alric would actually chain a girl to his bed in order to have her close by.
What did this mean, Bartolemé thought to himself.
“Is there a reason she’s chained like this?” asked Bartolemé in his usual gruff, inspector’s voice.
Alric leaned back against the wall, staring at the roof with a bored look upon his face. “She is not a cursed one. I can do with her as I like, Bartolemé. Besides, it’s not like I’m going to kill her just yet.”
Nieves didn’t even flinch. She felt slightly sorry for Alric but she was more concerned about Wilhelm’s condition. “Where is he?” she blurted to Alric, not pulling her eyes away from him. “Where’s Wilhelm?”
“Dead,” he told her. “Completely and utterly dead.”
Nieves gasped, getting to her feet. “Why? Why would you do that?”
Alric simply smirked with pleasure to hear her sorrow and fear. It made his bones ache to hear more.
Laughter began to tickle his throat but he swallowed it down.
“Dead?” questioned Bartolemé. “You wouldn’t dare kill one of your cursed and be so bold as to admit it in front of me, Alric. Where is he really?”
Alric pushed himself off the wall; he hated that Bartolemé had to ruin his fun. “Why the hell would I know that? I do not keep tabs on his presence everywhere that he may decide to go.”
“Alric?” grumbled Bartolemé.
Alric didn’t like being told what to do. “Do you really want to piss me off tonight, Bartolemé? With Danzig gone I’m a little stronger than what I used to be.”
Bartolemé raised his head, tightened his jaw and lifted to his feet. “I don’t know if you poisoned Danzig or not Alric but when I’m through with my investigation be prepared to hear my accusations.”
Alric let a corner of his lip rise into a smile. “I’ll be different by then. I’m sure the snow will have fallen by the time you find your pathetic results.”
Bartolemé gave a light huff. “I really do hope so.” Without further word he headed for the door with his leather brimmed hat in hand. His boots banged across the wooden floors and down the hallway into nothing but a whisper.
“You’re such trouble,” Alric stated. “Turning all of them against me. I had them so easily trained that if I were to bat an eyelash they’d come running to help me. Now, they are all against me. Even the children.”
“Children?”
Alric glowered at her. “Yes. It seems Eliza and Jacob think you’re a princess come to save them. Bitch. How dare you tell them that?”
Nieves shook her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Liar,” he whispered.
“I’m not,” she replied, gulping down her fear as he took a step forward. “I do not know who they are. I have never met them. Ask Wilhelm! He was in here when I woke up. Ask him! Take me to him!”
A sudden sharp pain entered Alric’s chest. He took down a breath of air, feeling the sudden energy jolt through his body. “No,” he thought with agony. “No, not another attack. Let me be!”
“Alric?”
He clenched his fists
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