“No one else has been located.”
He said it with such certainty that it made her wonder if MI5 had been right to want more information on Dreagan and its people.
“Dreagan consists of over sixty thousand acres. There is no way you could cover all of it in the time since I was brought here unless you have advanced military equipment.”
Kellan simply returned her stare, refusing to admit or say anything.
“You do, don’t you?” she asked and sat up again too quickly, causing her side to pull and her to grimace. “Did you steal it? MI5 will stop at nothing to have that equipment returned.”
Kellan leaned forward in the chair. “Did you ever stop to think there are more ways of doing something than a human’s tiny mind could comprehend?”
Denae was left with her mouth hanging open as Kellan rose and walked out of her room, leaving her with his question running through her mind.
And no answer in sight.
CHAPTER SIX
Somewhere in Scotland …
The dungeon was dark, as was the entire crumbling castle. As if that would make him anxious. He’d asked for the meeting to continue to cultivate a union that had not existed for well over ten millennia.
The Dragon Kings had made a crucial mistake in alienating the Fae. An error he wasn’t going to repeat. He knew a secret about the Fae the Kings had been desperate to keep quiet.
He was taking things a step further and aligning himself with the deadliest Fae—the Dark Ones. These were the Fae who didn’t hesitate to use their considerable power for anything—and everything—they wanted.
“You’ve kept me waiting,” he said into the darkness.
He wasn’t alone. He hadn’t been alone since the moment he stepped across the old drawbridge. The Fae were everywhere. Two stood not a foot from him.
Not that he was scared. The Dark Ones had their own way of doing things, and they were still learning to trust him.
“Because I wanted them to,” said the raspy voice of the Darks’ leader, Taraeth. An unearthly blue light suddenly filled the dungeon area. “Why did you call this meeting?”
“The plan to infiltrate Dreagan has run into a problem.”
Taraeth’s lip lifted in a sneer, his red eyes glowing. “We know. The human failed in his quest. The female is now in the hands of the Dragon Kings.”
“Do you think they’ll trust her?” he asked. “Of course they won’t. They’ll get all the information out of her they can, and then they’ll let her go.”
“She’ll have seen them.”
He shrugged. “Perhaps, but I don’t think so. They will be careful. Once the woman has been released, I’ll make sure MI5 is there to take her. The Kings will be keeping watch. They’ll come to her aid. That’s where you come in.”
Taraeth’s smile was cold and calculating. “You’ll let me have a Dragon King?”
“Take as many as you can capture, and use them as you see fit.”
Taraeth considered the new plan for several minutes before he folded his arms over his chest. “There is just one I want.”
He nodded. “Ah, yes. Kellan. Why him?”
“None of your concern. What happens if this plan goes awry?”
“It won’t,” he stated. “I know the Kings. I know how they think. They’ll play right into our hands.”
Taraeth gave a nod, and the next instant the blue light was gone. And so were the Dark Fae.
He walked from the dungeon and back through the ruins of the castle, over the drawbridge to his car. He slid into the driver’s side and started the car before pointing it in the direction of Perth.
*
Banan stared at the group of sheep being herded into the pen to be sheared. Ever since he had been told an MI5 agent was being held in the manor, he hadn’t wanted to believe it.
It had been Henry North, an MI5 agent they had called on a couple of times, who helped him track the men responsible for kidnapping Jane in London.
The sound of approaching footsteps was drowned out by the bleating of the sheep, but Banan heard it just the same.
“It might be time to give Henry a call,” Constantine said as he walked up.
Banan glanced over to find Con had traded his slacks and dress shirt for a white tee, faded jeans, and boots. “No’ your usual attire.”
“I couldna very well walk out in the mud and gunk in my customary clothes, now, could I?” Con stated in annoyance.
Banan closed one gate as that pen was filled, and then quickly opened another gate. “I doona want to hear what Henry has to say.”
“You might. Jane said he’s now taken to calling her since you willna answer your mobile.”
Banan leaned upon the fence. “I like Henry, Con. Every time we’ve asked him for something he has always come through.”
“What makes you think now will be any different?”
“Why didna he tell us?” Banan asked as he turned his head to Con. “Why did he no’ warn us?”