ZINA
Zina was in deep thought as she left the underground torture chambers. She felt like she was acting way too fast without thinking more of her actions, but ever since she saw that man, she had lost control of her own thoughts and actions.
Now, the vengeful spirit she had managed to stow away for years was now rearing its head as if the leash that once held it down had now snapped from being worn out.
Her heart was beating to an unfamiliar rhythm as both thrill and dread filled her. All her life, the harm she had caused had never been physical. She had never hit anyone, nor had she ever drawn blood save for that one ti Eldric forced her to. But willingly wanting to cause such damage made her feel different, like a virgin bird going for blood.
She could almost hear Elder Sybril’s voice in her head if the woman were to see what she was doing.
’All these years, you’ve forgotten this pain Zina. Why dredge them up now?’
Honestly, Zina had no interest in rembering the first two years of her life under Eldric’s reign. She had no interest in rembering the living hell that had been her life, and the disgrace and sha that ca with the mory.
So while the Grand Healer’s rembrance of one of the many dented things Eldric had done for fun had touched Zina, it hadn’t really moved her.
But seeing Modrich? And then Igar? That was a whole different level of low that took her breath away...sarcastically so.
Zina could forget many things, she was an expert in the art of burying shas till they were engulfed in flas for she was exactly that sort of coward. But even burial grounds got filled up at so point, and that was Zina’s current predicant.
Seraph rejoined her, the maidservant slightly panting hard while her eyes shined with victory.
"The Beta of the WolfKnight Pack stays on the second floor of the Guest Wing." She announced the investigation that Zina had tasked her with.
"Is Alpha Modrich staying on the sa floor?" Zina inquired because it was only natural for the Alpha to stay close to his Beta.
Seraph shook her head. "No he is not. The Alpha stays on the third floor of the guest wing... alone."
So he was alone. It might seem as though he was cocky enough to think that no assassination attempt would be carried out against him on the grounds of the Arctic Castle, but Zina knew enough to know that wasn’t the case. Modrich would have protectors, they just wouldn’t be out in the open the way anyone expected.
No matter, it was just fine and good. Modrich wasn’t who she was after... for now. So alone, she made her way to the guest wing, precisely the second floor after instructing Seraph to make contact with the five Heralders of the Thralgor Spy Guild.
Ever since the fiasco with Daemon returning to the North, she had contacted the guild on her own for fear of how long and wide Daemon’s tentacle of information spread. But she figured the heat of everything was already ebbing and Daemon would have his hands full on more important matters.
Zina got to the second wing, but she didn’t bother entering the door of the main chamber. Like hell she would leave herself in the sa room with a child predator. Not like she was the sa, powerless girl she had been all those years ago. He might be a beta, but she was confident she would still be able to hold her ground with the leavers skills she possessed that was taught to her by Elder Sybril.
’We will kill him and eat his bones for dinner.’ A voice growled in her head, startling Zina who had been casually leaning against a hidden pillar of the second floor.
What?
Did her wolf just...?
’We will destroy him until there’s nothing left but debris.’
Zina’s heart thumped anew in her chest as roused from the pillar as if trying to get a better angle to hear this voice that was voicing all the choked up vengeance she couldn’t speak for lack of courage on her own part.
Tears stung her eyes, and suddenly, she didn’t feel alone. How could she feel alone anymore when there was soone who shared her rage and knew of her sha?
A wolf clearly communicating with her shifter was uncommon, but Zina was not startled for she was beginning to realise that she was not ordinary
"We will kill him indeed...." Zina whispered into the still air around her like a fervent promise. Just at the sa ti, a door creaked open, and the man bearing the face that stirred her heart in all the wrong ways stepped out of it.
He was tall, huge even. Then he was broad. His wolf demanded subservience, a true Lycan shifter if going by his sll, but Zina had no submissiveness to spare the horrible man.
The man walked towards her, while Zina remained hidden in the shadows while she darkly watched him make his approach. He was just a few tres away when Zina spoke in a voice that lacked venom but held the slight promise of hate and carnage.
"Igar."
The man stilled, his face contorting to confusion as if he had been called the wrong na. But when his wolf eyes made out Zina, a smile tugged at his lips exposing brown teeth.
"Little Zina?"
Zina made a ntal note to start with removing his teeth before she delved into the king list of torture she had specially and impartially prepared for him.
"I’m not so little anymore now am I?" Zina drawled in an almost seductive voice.
The man took a step forward, his leering eyes on her. He actually had the guts to roam his eyes over her.
Zina heard Daemon cut off n’s hands just for touching her when she was in heat. She supposed if he were here to see this scene, he would gouge Igar’s eyes out. This was just one of the plethora of reasons why Zina couldn’t afford to let Daemon know of Igar and what the man ant to her past.
Her sha aside, she wouldn’t like it if Igar was without his eyes when she and Fionna would deal the man the bad hand he dealt with them too.
"No," Igar smiled, "you’re no longer little."
"I’ve just two questions for you, Igar." Zina said, standing straighter as she stared at the man straight in his eyes. There was a fire brimming inside her that aid to show him that she was no longer the weak and powerless girl she once was. That fire only flared hotter as if an invisible force fanned the flas.
"What are they?" He drawled equally, his eyes dropping to her breasts.
"Did you sohow have a hand in the Red Sisters requiring Fionna back?" Zina asked, ignoring the man’s leering stare.
"Ah. You speak of your fellow pet?" He said in a voice that dripped with mockery. "Say what’s wrong with a master recovering his long lost pet? You might be a little out of reach for , but Fionna isn’t."
Zina smiled like the information thrilled her too. She had inferred that the WolfKnights and the Red Sisters arriving at the sa ti wasn’t coincidence, so it wasn’t surprising that she was right in assuming that Igar had a hand in requesting for Fionna.
"What’s the second question?" The man probed, his creepy eyes creeping down to her waist... her waist that Daemon gripped at all the ti.
His eyes said ’Aghh. Not so little indeed.’
Zina grinned. "What is the price of your head?"
"What?" His eyes stopped their descent on her body, confusion swimming in them.
Zina continued to smile a sweet smile. "I an, if I were to order your assassination in the black market, how much would I have to pay?"
At first, the words didn’t sink in with the man who was a well known ’all brawn and no brain.’ But when they did sink in, his eyes coalesced like cooling moonstone.
"Surely you do not expect to answer that?"
Zina laughed out loud, the sound echoing through the corridors. "Of course I don’t Igar." Zina said with a casual shrug. "I was just curious. I an, you’re currently in the castle of a man who is two tis an Alpha and possesses a Supre Wolf. I heard rumours... you might just want to watch your back."
His eyes were set in disbelief. But it didn’t matter, Zina had planted a seed, and sooner or later, it was sure to bloom in fear.
Let the torture begin.
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