I closed them. It was too bright, sound was too loud. I exhaled and tried it again. A scream ripped from my throat as everything around me grew brighter, more vivid and painfully so. Something wasn’t right. I'd been dying when I'd last seen Ryder. I groaned, "So help me, if you turned me into a fucking Vampire I'll bite your dick off!"
Dristan exploded in a fit of laughter, Ryder didn’t find it so funny on the other hand. His eyes narrowed and ran over my body slowly, as if was trying to figure something out but couldn’t. "The tattoo on the back of your neck Synthia, who put it there?" He asked ignoring my outburst.
I shook my head and pulled my hands away from my ears fighting the nausea rolling in my stomach. I tried opening my eyes again and was relieved to find the room as it should be. My eyes swung to him accusingly, "Fuck off, Fairy," I growled.
His lips jerked at the corners before he sat beside me making me scoot over to keep distance between us, "I'm a fucking Fairy? Tell me how is it that you had no idea you were a fucking Fairy Synthia," he whispered cold and tonelessly.
"Seriously, did the entire fucking world go crazy when were busy—" Shit!
"When we were busy fucking?" He finished crudely.
I felt a blush steal over my cheeks, I hated that I had given in and allowed him more ammo to use against me. Why didn’t my brain work right around him? I met his piercing stare with one of my own. "Thanks for that by the way, not bad for a fucking Fairy—" I laughed—"get it? Fucking Fairy?" I snorted and closed my eyes.
"I get it," he growled, his hand moving the hair from my face making me flinch and back away from him. He allowed it, but only because one of my legs was held to the bed with a new metal cuff and a length of chain. I shot him a pissy look before laying my head back down. He'd accused me of fucking him as a distraction—something I had never done in my life.
"Tattoo guy, who is he?"
I smiled, or tried to, "Fuck off."
"Keep telling me to fuck off Syn and I'll see it as an invitation," his voice had turned husky.
"Keep dreaming," I growled, wishing I looked tougher and maybe less crusted in blood—my own at that.
"Keep saying fuck Syn," he argued.
"Let me go," I pressed, I needed to see my coven, make sure they were okay.
"I cannot do that Syn, the Guild killed seventeen Fae and that is not something they will live to regret. Tell me why your coven was inside the club when it happened and I will consider changing my mind about them. The others we already killed."
"And if they didn’t do this? If it was a set up?" I asked watching his reaction closely.
"They did it, and they will pay for it. An eye for an eye Syn. I want the name of the artist who did the red ink tattoo on your neck."
I blinked, "I don’t have a tattoo with red ink, its white ink. It's not red."
"Stop fucking around Syn, someone went through a lot of effort to hide you and I'd like to know who it was and why they did it."
My hand went to the back of my neck on instinct, my fingers touching as they skimmed over the slightly raised skin. "I'm Synthia Raine McKenna, I was born human and I will die human Ryder, I won't make it to old age. I'll die fighting, you most likely if you don’t release my coven. We didn’t attack you. That much I know. I would have felt it. Inside. Larissa and Adam didn’t raise one magically delicious finger. If you try to tell me they did, you better have that shit on tape."
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Ryder and his men left the room soon after we had agreed to disagree. They were leaving for the club to assess the damages. I wasn’t sticking around for when they got back. I pulled the chain and sat on the side of the bed, opening his nightstand drawer and found nothing useful.
I shook my head and looked around the room, my eyes landing on his dresser mirror. I sent my mind out to connect to my coven, the feel of them pushing their magic into me was heady, exhilarating. They were alive and inside this house.
I wrapped my hands around the metal anklet I had awoken with and sent magic pulsing into it. Nothing happened. What the hell was this thing made out of? Platinum? I eyed the chain, screw it. I grabbed it as close as I could to the cuff and pushed again smiling as the metal melted.
I crept from the bed and cussed as the knob twisted. Jumping back up onto the bed I pulled the blankets over the metal chain and evidence of what I had been up to as Ristan walked in. His eyes searched the room and then settled on me and then at my ankle.
"Going out?" He asked lifting a dark eyebrow.
I narrowed my eyes, "Guess not."
"Oh, don’t stop on my account. I came to let you out anyways. Unless of course you don’t want to break your little friends out?"