We wound through passages in the castle and stopped in front of a tapestry. Jax moved it to the side and took out a key that looked as old as the stones. He pushed it into a lock in the wall, unlocking a secret door.
I hesitated, not sure I wanted to explore the bowels of the castle in the middle of the night. Jax held out his hand to me, his eyes begging me to trust him. "I know I lied to you, Scarlett. I know you don't trust me right now, and that's okay. But please know that our relationship has never been a lie. My feelings for you, even the ones I… I haven't been able to express, they have never been a lie. I won't let anything happen to you. I swear it on my life."
I took his hand. What choice did I have? I had to believe that the boy I grew up with was somewhere inside the soldier I didn't know. I had to believe that something in my life had been real. I couldn't deal with the alternative.
It hurt to hold his hand, but I didn't pull away and neither did he as we wound down a spiral staircase to what felt like hell.
In reality, we found ourselves in a large room with a raised platform to one end with five great stone seats forming a semi-circle above us.
In the middle seat sat an old man with a long grey beard and grey hair. He wore silver glasses and carried a carved walking stick with a crystal globe on the top. His black robes hung from sharp shoulders and had the V symbol on one side of his chest and a red cross, the Templar symbol, on the other.
Jax pointed to the woman to his right. "She's the Head of Hospitaller."
The woman looked to be in her early forties, Spanish, with cold, calculating dark eyes. Her A-line dark, straight hair framed her face sharply.
Next to her sat a man with a hawk nose, dark, squinty eyes, and a smile that made my skin crawl. "That's the Head of the Inquisition," Jax whispered. "Stay away from him if you can."
He didn't need to tell me twice.
To the left sat the Head of the Teutons, a young-looking blonde woman who held a sword and wore armor similar to the men at the drawbridge.
"Next to her is the Second Templar. The Chancellor in the middle is actually the Head of Templar, but there must be five council members always, so his second acts as the fifth."
The Chancellor turned to look at me, and the Council quieted down. To our left and right stood an unmoving line of guards, from the Teutonic Order, based on their armor. I couldn't decide if this made me feel safer, or more at risk.
"We bring this gathering to order," said the Chancellor in a commanding British voice. "We have come to hear witness and testimony of Scarlett Night on the death of Marcus and Violet Night and the theft of the weapon the Nights were tasked to protect."
Jax stepped forward. "I have brought her as instructed," he said in a formal tone.
The Head of his order nodded. "What's become of the weapon?" she asked, sitting forward on her chair.
The Inquisition Head gave her an irritated look. "It is the Chancellor's job to inquire, Gabriella. Can you not go through one meeting without speaking out of turn?"
The Chancellor pounded his walking stick on the ground. "Silence." He turned to the man. "And it is also my job to correct anyone on this council who speaks out of turn, Ragathon."
Ragathon bowed his head, but his eyes did not look contrite.
The Chancellor turned his eyes to me, and then they were all staring at me, each looking as if they would devour me with their questions. "Tell us everything that happened tonight."
With the fewest words possible, I recounted everything I could remember of the evening, editing out details I didn't feel entirely comfortable sharing. The chip I took. Shooting at the weapon. The man I vaguely remember seeing. The way I controlled that soldier and got him to kill the others and himself.
"And what happened to the weapon?" the Chancellor asked.
"I don't know. I was injured and lost consciousness, as I said. When I woke, the crystal box was empty."
Ragathon's head shot up. "The weapon was removed?"
"Yes."
"Where did it go?" Gabriella asked.
"I have no idea," I said truthfully.
The Head of Hospitaller, who had so far been silent, spoke. "Can you describe the exact details of the casing? What it looked like when you woke up? What was around it? Where it was? Anything you can remember, no matter how small or inconsequential it may seem."
I'd already said everything I was willing to, but I repeated myself. "It was in the back of my parents' truck in front of our house. The door was open. The case had been shattered, crystal pieces lying everywhere." I didn't tell them about the blood, because I couldn't have lost that much blood and survived. And my current wounds would not account for the amount of bloodshed I saw. Though they would find out if they had a team there. I thought for a moment and decided on the partial truth. "There was also blood everywhere. My blood. My parents' blood. Probably some blood from the soldiers my parents killed before dying. It was dark, so it was hard to tell."
Ragathon scoffed. "It's not that hard to see blood. Even in the dark."