“You should’ve told me you were going to infiltrate the traitor group in MI5,” Banan told Henry, his voice laced with irritation.
Henry had known this was coming. “Why? Because I’m human? Because I can die? I’ve always known that. We needed to know what was going on in that meeting.”
“Who is we?” Con asked.
Guy leaned forward, his face dark with anger. “Con.”
Henry held up his hand. “It’s a valid question, and Con is doing what any leader would. The ‘we’ I’m referring to is us,” he said circling his finger to mean him and everyone at Dreagan.
“You still should’ve told me,” Banan stated.
Henry ran a hand down his face. “Probably. Look, mate, it’s already done.”
“Can you tell us what happened?” Ryder asked.
Henry tossed back the contents of his glass and let the whisky work its way down his throat to settle in his stomach and spread warmly. “My cover was solid. No one knew I was spying, no one. We arrived at the meeting place first. Daniel Petrie, the leader of the MI5 team was nervous. It wasn’t long after that the Dark showed up. We stared at each other for what seemed like eons before a lone figure appeared.”
“Who was it?” Guy asked, scooting to the edge of his seat.
Henry rubbed his chin. “He never said his name. No one did, but he was obviously in charge. It was Ulrik. He calmed the Dark and MI5 with just a few words. And then he told them I was a spy.”
“Shite!” Banan exploded and got to his feet to pace the library. “It’s a damn miracle you’re alive.”
Tristan leaned forward in his chair. “Were you able to talk your way out of it?”
“I wish,” Henry said with a snort. “No, I was attacked first by my fellow agents, and then the Dark took over. The Dark wanted to take me prisoner. I soon passed out. When I woke, I was in a room much like this one.”
“Obviously you were no’ with the Dark,” Con said as he placed an arm on the back of the couch.
Henry shook his head. “No, I was with Ulrik. He put me in a plush room with some water, but that was all. He offered to let me live if I agreed to work with him.”
Guy dropped his head into his hands while Tristan’s lips thinned.
“When I called him by his name, he grew furious and told me never to say it again,” Henry said.
Ryder slapped his hand angrily on his leg. “You were right, Con. It is Ulrik.”
“I know Ulrik,” Con said to Henry. “He wouldna have just let you go.”
Henry touched his ribs. “My injuries were worse than I knew. I had several broken bones, including ribs. I couldn’t fight my way out. Hell, I could barely stand. When Ulrik came for my decision, I told him in no uncertain terms to kiss my ass. He started to throw magic at me, and the next thing I knew, I was in a place full of so much light I couldn’t open my eyes.”
“I’ll be damned,” Banan murmured.
Tristan shook his head in amazement. “The Light Fae healed you.”
Ryder said, “Now we know how he got here and why Rhi was with him.”
“Hmm,” Con said.
Banan rested his hands on the back of the chair he’d vacated. “Is there anything else you can tell us?”
“Yes,” Henry said. It was the most vital piece of information and he’d nearly forgotten. “Ulrik has a man who is forcing a woman to get him onto Dreagan to look for some weapon.”
Con’s face, usually devoid of emotion, grew thunderous. “Did he say that exact word? Weapon?”
“He did.” Henry swallowed hard at the fury suddenly filling the library. “He didn’t mention what the weapon was, who the man was, or the woman for that matter.”
“We doona have that many women working for us who are no’ a mate,” Guy pointed out.
Con stood. “Then it should be easy to determine who it is. I want them discovered immediately and watched.”
“What?” Henry asked. “Wouldn’t it be better to fire them?”
“And let Ulrik know that we’ve discovered his plan?” Con asked with a cold smile. “Nay. We’ll play his game.”
Henry watched Con stalk from the room.
“Well. This has gone four ways to hell,” Ryder said and got to his feet. “Glad you made it out all right, Henry.”
Tristan was the next to stand as he nodded at Henry. “This information is verra important. Great work.”
Ryder and Tristan walked from the library together, leaving Henry with Guy and Banan. He looked between the two Kings to see that neither appeared happy.
“We know the bad guy is Ulrik. Shouldn’t you be happy?” he asked.
Guy turned his face to the fire in the hearth. “You doona know what Ulrik looks like. How can you be sure?”
“I called him by the name. It was only the second time I said it that he got so irate.”
Banan’s head hung, his chin against his chest. “What color hair did he have?”
“Black as pitch,” Henry answered.
Guy’s shoulders slumped. “His eyes?”
“Gold.”