I stood in the dungeon and watched Olivia as she slept. I knew what it was like to take orders, and I had my own suspicions about what had gone down when she gave Alden and Ristan over to the Mages. One of my concerns was she that still probably working under the assumption that the Guild was all good.
Savlian sat in a comfy looking chair he’d glamoured for himself in front of her cell, his eyes keenly watching her. His hands worked as he sharpened a blade, and I paused and narrowed my eyes on him.
“Her gag’s been removed?” I asked him.
“Ristan was here earlier. The medallion on the torque he put on her will make sure she isn’t able to cast. You might recognize the design on it. It’s similar to the one you had for a while.” Savlian smirked as he stood and stretched. “You going to be here for a bit?” he asked.
“A few minutes,” I said as I turned to find Olivia watching me.
“You,” she said as she sat up and looked away from me.
“And you,” I whispered as I moved closer to her cell.
“I don’t want to talk to you,” she said mulishly, her eyes never lifting from the floor, as if she refused to look at me directly.
“Alden lives, and I want a reason for what you did to him.”
“What do you care? You abandoned us. You and Adam both did. You’re both nothing but traitors,” she seethed.
“No; we were told to leave. I’m Fae, and so is Adam,” I explained. Didn’t the Guild tell them anything? Her head jerked towards me in surprise with this revelation, her midnight blue eyes flashed angrily.
“That’s a lie!”
Had I really called her a mouse? I smiled as Adam stepped from where he’d been waiting, just out of view.
“Do I look Human?” he asked as he glamoured away his shirt and slowly turned for her so that she could see the Celtic cross that marked him as the Dark Heir, glowing along with the rest of his brands.
Her eyes grew wide as she watched him approach. He looked one hundred percent Fae.
“I…I…”
“What’s the matter, Olivia, cat got your tongue?” I asked.
“You have no idea what I did, or why I did it!” She shook her head slowly in angry confusion.
“I don’t really give a shit about why you think it was okay to help monsters bring down the Guild, I only need the details of why you thought it was okay to help them take down a man who helped raise you,” I said as I narrowed my eyes on her. “I want to know why you drugged Alden and the Demon. Not to mention, I want to know why the entire upper level of the Guild was a war zone, one we lost.”
“Good, you’re Fae,” she seethed and I narrowed my eyes on her and she quickly looked away from me and back at the floor. Almost as if she didn’t believe her own conviction.
“You stupid little twit, I didn’t lose. I never have. The Guild lost. They’re all dead. So many good people were killed, so many children died. It was a fucking slaughter, one you assisted in, and why? What did you have to gain?” I asked barely above a whisper. Most people understood that was the time to talk, because I was getting pissed. She cringed.
“I had my reasons,” she whispered as a tear slid down her cheek.
“Good for you, but sooner or later that Demon is going to come down here and he wants a pound of flesh for the one he lost with the Mages. You’re it. So tell me, Olivia, what happened in there and why did you help them? Were you following orders like a good little soldier? Or did you have a different reason for opening the doors to allow the monsters in?” I asked as I leaned against the cell and stared at her.
I wanted to help her, but I also needed her to know that I couldn’t get her out of this. I wanted answers, and she had them. My entire Guild was gone, and that wasn’t an easy feat. She’d been involved, and I’d dismissed her. Which either made me a fool, or her a good actress.
“Answer me, or I’ll feed the Demon myself so he can come sooner,” I seethed.
“You’ve changed into a monster,” she hissed.
“Yes, I have. I’ve also lost too much to take chances with what I have left. You tried to hurt my family, and I’m very protective of them. I’ve never changed my standards, Olivia. The Guild is and has always been part of it, and people are dead. You can either start talking, or I can come in there and show you just how much of a monster I am,” I warned.
“I didn’t have a choice!” she cried as she scooted back on the bed like a meek mouse and let out a hiccup as tears started flowing unchecked down her porcelain cheeks.