“You look comfortable, Isaac,” I said, my voice cold. “I’m glad
you’re enjoying your stay here.”
Isaac’s grin only widened.
6
“Are you trying to intimidate me and scare me into talking?” he
scoffed, leaning back against the cold stone wall. “Save you time
please. You are no better than the others who came down to
question me. You are even less scary than them. You are just a
fancy little Queen who hadn’t even got a taste of blood in your
entire time.”
I gazed down at him. Soon he would realize that he had
underestimated me.
“Actually, I don’t think I need to intimidate you, Isaac,” I said,
taking a step closer. “I think I just need to remind you what’s
really at stake here.”
“What do you mean?”
I could see him trying to maintain that facade of arrogance, but
there was something in his eyes–a flicker of uncertainty, a
crack in his confidence.
The cold smile on my lips widened. Good. So he did have
something that he cared about. That gave me something to
work with.
I turned to Brian and gave a quick nod, signaling that it was
time to act. He didn’t hesitate. He stepped back and left the cell.
Moments later, he came back with a couple, who were dragged
into the room by the guards, their faces pale with fear.
Isaac’s rogue foster parents.
Isaac’s eyes widened when he saw them. His smug expression
faltered, and for a brief second, I saw panic.
“What.What the fuck are you doing?!” Isaac roared, his eyes
bloodshot. “Let them go! I’m fucking warning you!!!”
His foster mother was trembling, and his foster father was
glaring at me with pure hatred, but neither of them spoke.
I leaned in close, smiling coldly, “You know, Isaac, people are
capable of all sorts of things when they think they’ve run out of
options. I have run out of options. Because of you.”
Isaac’s jaw clenched, his g
ga
parents.
“This is a dangerous path that you are going down. You’re basically playing with fire,” he warned, his voice tight with
restrained fury.
“I had been playing with fire a long time ago thanks to you. When you drugged my daughter, when you took away my brothers and husband, my world became a pitch black without hope. Now I have nothing to lose and not afraid of anything.” I turned my attention to his foster parents. “So if you think for even a second that I won’t harm them to get the answers I need,
then you’re a fucking idiot.”
I signaled for Brian to move forward.
Without hesitation, he struck one of Isaac’s foster parents
across the face, hard enough to knock them to the ground.
“NO!!!!”
Isaac’s eyes snapped open wide, his fists clenching. The sound of
the slap echoed in the cold dungeon, and I could feel the tension
building in the room.
His foster mother screamed, rushing to help her husband. But I
Chapter97
didn’t care. I’d hit them a thousand more times just to get my
family back.
“Well how’s that? You like that?” I turned to Isaac with a sneer.
“Do you see my resolution now?”
“Let them go! I will fucking kill you-”
“Threatening or begging won’t help the situation.” I said
freezingly. “Remember how I begged you when you drugged
my daughter? I almost dropped to my knees in front of you. But
you just laughed at me, telling me that my daughter would
never wake up again. So now, I’m going to be just as cruel as
you. Karma really is a bitch, right?”
He glared at me, his whole body shaking.
I could see the struggle in his eyes. He was trying to hold on to
his pride, trying to act like he wasn’t rattled. But it was slipping
away. I knew Isaac–he was no stranger to pain or fear, but the
thought of his foster parents being harmed was a weakness I
could exploit.
“Tell me what happened to Asher,” I demanded. “What hurt
him. Where is him. Tell me everything you know!”
Isaac took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
“I told you,” he spat, “I don’t know what happened to him. I was
captured, and I was under guard the whole time! Ask your
soldiers! They’ll tell you the same thing!”
I was having none of it. “Stop lying, Isaac. You’re trying to cover
something up, and I’m not stupid. I want the truth. NOW!”
He gritted, remaining stubbornly in silence.
“HIT AGAIN!” I snarled. He obeyed immediately.
This time, the blow landed on his foster mother. She cried out,
collapsing to the ground. Isaac’s face twisted in rage, but it was
quickly replaced by something else–fear. Real fear.
