Chapter 190: Like a swift 1
HAZEL
Mother swept out of the cell without another word. The door clanged shut behind her, and I heard her footsteps recede up the corridor with Delta’s quick pace beside her. The echo faded. Then nothing. Just the drip of water sowhere in the darkness and my own breathing.
I could not sit. The bench looked like it would crumble under my weight, or worse, leave sothing clinging to my clothes that I would sll for days. Standing was its own kind of torture though. My legs ached. The cold had worked its way into my joints, settling there like it had always belonged.
I leaned against the wall instead. The stone bit into my shoulder blades through my shirt. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, trying to ease the pressure building in my calves. My right leg cramped. I bent down and pressed my thumbs into the muscle, kneading until the knot loosened enough that I could breathe through it.
That was when I heard them.
Footsteps again. Multiple sets this ti. They ca from above, filtering down through the ceiling in bursts of muffled sound. Voices followed. I could not make out words, just the rise and fall of conversation. Soone laughed. It sounded wrong down here, too bright for a place that slled like rot.
I straightened and tilted my head, trying to catch more.
The voices grew louder. Closer. They were descending the stairs now, the sa ones the sentinels had hauled
down earlier. I counted the footfalls. Three people. Maybe four. The rhythm was uneven, like one of them moved faster than the others.
Then I heard a woman voice go: "Open the door."
The command cut through everything else. It was not loud, but it did not need to be. The voice carried weight the way a blade carries an edge. Sharp. Certain. Used to being obeyed.
I held my breath.
Another voice answered. Softer. Familiar.
"This is my mother. Do as she says."
That voice was my mother. She sounded smaller than I had ever heard her.
tal scraped against tal. The lock turned and the door swung open with a groan that set my teeth on edge.
Light spilled into the cell. Torchlight, warm and flickering, but after the dimness it felt like the sun itself had walked in. I squinted against it and raised a hand to shield my eyes.
A figure stepped through the doorway.
I lowered my hand slowly.
The most beautiful woman I had ever seen stood in front of .
Beautiful in the way a painting was beautiful. Perfect and just as untouchable. She wore a suit tailored so precisely it might have been sewn onto her body. The fabric was dark, expensive, the kind that whispered money when it moved. Her hair fell in blonde waves that caught the torchlight and threw it back, too bright to be natural. Her lips were painted a deep red that made
think of blood on snow. Everything about her was calculated. Polished. A weapon dressed up as elegance.
She looked at
the way soone looks at a stain on their floor.
"This is her, I assu."
Her voice matched her appearance. Cold. Controlled. Every word clipped at the edges.
My mother stepped into view behind her. She looked diminished next to this woman, like soone had drained half the color from her face. "Yes, Mother."
The word hung in the air.
Mother? Was this... My grandmother?
I stared at her. She stared back. Her eyes were pale, almost gray in the low light, and they tracked over
with the precision of soone cataloging inventory. She took in my face. My posture. The dirt on my clothes. Her expression did not change.
I bowed. It felt ridiculous, but I did it anyway. "It is nice to put a face to the na, grandmother."
She laughed.
It was not a kind sound.
"Spare
the pretentiousness." She took a step closer, her heels clicking against the stone. "You get that beast to threaten us into submission and now you want to pretend this is a giddy family reunion."
I straightened but said nothing.
Her lip curled. "You and your mother are still dead to . You are Joseph’s blood after all. Just call
Pauline."
The words landed like stones. Goddess, did they hurt. I wasn’t even sure why.
My mother flinched beside her.
Pauline Strati did not seem to notice. She turned slightly, her gaze sweeping the cell with obvious distaste. "I am rely here to save your life. And save..." She paused. Her eyes flicked back to . "I will."
"Thank you," I started to say.
"Your father." She spoke over
without hesitation. "If he is still a father to you at this point. Because if this ss happened in our place, any of the elder circle that stood against us would fall with their tongues ripped out."
"Mother." My mother’s voice cracked on the word.
Pauline rolled her eyes. The gesture was so casual it almost made
laugh. Almost.
"What I was saying," she continued, her tone sharpening, "is if you can get put on a murder charge, it is off with your head. The safe choice anyone can make, including your father, is getting you into a stronger pack. A murder charge will not co if the high moral court here believes war could co for them. Blood reminds people of mortality. So the judgnt will be kinder. It is not the first that has happened. Neither will it be the last."
I watched her speak. Every word ca out smooth and practiced, like she had given this speech a hundred tis before.
"The problem, however." She stepped closer again. Close enough that I could sll her perfu, sothing floral and cloying. "Your rank will be demoted before goddess and wolves. And whatever you have going for you right now is your pure ranks, which is debatable by the way, and your..."
She paused.
Her gaze dropped to my face. Then lower. To my chest.
"Your boobs."
The word sounded obscene coming from her mouth. Clinical. Like she was discussing livestock.
I felt my cheeks heat, but I kept my expression neutral.
"With your ranks in the gutter for deceit and attempted murder," she went on, "whatever ga your father is currently struggling to pull will fall. No one will want a Luna demoted to a Gamma or a Delta." She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing. "Or worse, if the heavens are set against you. An Oga."
Cold washed over . Full body. The kind of cold that started in your gut and spread outward until your fingertips tingled with it.
Oga?
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