“I went there every day for three months answering their questions and helping them track some of you. There was a woman they were interested in. I never knew her name, just her initials. KB.”
Henry looked to Con. “Kinsey.”
“Aye,” Con said, his lips thinning slightly.
Esther let out a deep breath. “I remember going to the building. They said they had one more test for me before they let me out into the field. I walked into a large room. It was empty except for two chairs.” She paused and touched her forehead before dropping her arm. “A woman sat in one chair. She had me take the other. And I remember nothing after that until I woke up and saw you.”
“Do you recall what you were supposed to do?” Roman pressed.
Esther gave a shake of her head. “I don’t.”
“Do you recollect anything about the woman?” Con asked.
“She was stunningly beautiful with shoulder-length blond hair and green eyes. She also liked expensive things. She had a Chanel purse and Christian Louboutin shoes,” Esther added.
Thorn got Esther’s attention. “What did she say to you?”
“She said hello and called me by my name. I asked for hers, but she didn’t tell me. She said a word I didn’t understand.”
Con’s lips twisted. “Gaelic, I’m sure.”
“Gaelic?” Esther repeated and looked to Henry. “I think it’s time you filled me in on things.”
Henry looked at Con who gave him a nod. It was apparent with the tracker and the magic that Esther hadn’t been there of her own accord, which Henry was grateful for.
Now came the tricky part.
“What do you know of Dreagan?” he asked.
Esther shrugged and crossed her arms over her stomach. “It’s a large company that’s been around for generations that supplies the world’s finest Scotch. I know that Constantine doesn’t like to show his face. That applies to anyone at Dreagan, for that matter.”
“But you knew me,” Con said.
Esther smiled, but it froze before it fell away. “I don’t know how. I’ve never seen you before. Your name, yes, from the records at MI5.”
Henry rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. “Esther, you can’t remember anything because magic was used by the woman you spoke with.”
His sister blinked at him.
Henry then pointed to the tracker Con held up. “That was pulled out of your wrist. We believe these people took over your mind and sent you here to infiltrate Dreagan and discover their secrets.”
“Secrets on whisky?” she asked.
Henry released a deep breath. “No. Secrets on the people here. Things that could cause trouble.”
Again Esther just looked at him.
This was harder than Henry had expected. He didn’t just want to come out and say who the Kings were, but it was coming to that. He’d thought Esther might ask more questions about the magic, and when she hadn’t, it threw him.
“Show her the video,” Roman said as he handed Henry his mobile phone.
Henry gratefully took the phone and put it into Esther’s hands. Then he pushed play.
The room grew quiet as Esther watched the video of the Dragon Kings shifting and battling the Dark Fae while everyone observed her reactions.
When it finished, she handed the mobile back to Roman and lifted her gaze to Henry. Her eyes were a bit dazed, her face pale. “Are you telling me that’s real?”
“I’m telling you those dragons you saw on the video are the ones here at Dreagan. The men standing in this room.”
Esther’s lips parted as she released a breath. “Dragons. That’s … unexpected.”
“I had much the same reaction,” Henry said, trying not to smile.
“And the others in the video?”
“Dark Fae,” Con said. “Our enemies.”
Esther suddenly frowned. “There was a woman with a sword in that video. I think I know her, or I’ve seen her someplace.”
“She interrogated you earlier,” Henry explained. “Her name is Rhi, and she got you to give up a name—Sam MacDonald. She’s a Light Fae.”
“Light and Dark Fae, magic, and dragons,” Esther said. “Is this why Kyvor is so obsessed with Dreagan?”
Con nodded. “And why they used you.”
“I don’t like being used.” Esther swallowed and lifted her chin. “My goal was to take these people down. Let me finish what I started.”
Henry knew his sister was capable, but it wasn’t up to him. He looked to Con to find the King of Kings with a question in his black eyes. Henry gave a small nod.
“Well, Esther,” Con said. “It looks like you’ve just joined your brother as our ally.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
The longer Ryder waited for Kinsey to wake, the more impatient he grew. What was taking her so long? Did she not want to return to her life? Had she gotten lost within her mind?
That was out of Tristan’s control, but Ryder wasn’t above calling in a favor from the Druids at MacLeod Castle. Not when it came to Kinsey.
And to think he’d been ready to kill her.
His stomach twisted at the thought that he’d nearly lost her for good. The evidence against her was condemning, and he’d reacted instantaneously.