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“Come closer and I’ll killyou,you asshole,”I pushed the thought forward with my alpha skills.

He chose to ignore me.

“Oh, she’s fine.” Mekare waved a hand in the air. “Maybe now she’s ready to tell us the truth.”

My breaths came in short spasms now. In through my mouth, out through my mouth. More drool leaked out and hung like a string to the floor.

“No?” Mekare bent her knees, lowering herself to look at me better. “Not ready yet? Perhaps,” she wriggled her fingers, “we do it again?”

The thought of that awful pain returning almost made me wet myself.

Tell her. Just tell her.

She wouldn’t be able to get the elixir from Prince Kalyll anyway. He said he would keep it safe, and he wouldn’t let anyone learn of its existence. If she went to Elyndell, she would have to fight the Prince and his guard to get what she wanted.

I opened my mouth, the first syllable forming on my lips. Mekare widened her eyes expectantly, waiting, savoring the fact that she had broken me. But just as I was about to tell her, a wave of strength and utter foolishness came over me, and I clamped my mouth shut.

I couldn’t repay the Prince’s favor like this. If I told them who had the elixir, they would bring trouble to Kalyll and his realm, and I couldn’t allow that.

Tiredly, Mekare blew air through her nose and stretched to her full height. “Dead or alive, she’s of no use to us, so I guess I’ll give it another go.” She raised her hands to weave her torturing spell once more, but just as she was about to shoot it in my direction, the stone wall behind the bed exploded inwardly, sending debris flying in every direction.

Chapter 35

Large pieces of stoneand splintered wood soared through the air. Turning on a dime, Mekare directed her twirling hands toward the explosion. The debris that had been about to hit her struck a force field and thudded to the floor, instead. Stephen hurried and hid behind the witch, narrowly avoiding a flying chunk of stone.

I curled tightly on the floor, wrapping my arms over my head. A piece of something hit my side. I grunted, but the pain was nothing compared to what Mekare had put me through. Apparently, as she’d turned her attention from me, my invisible prison had gone by the wayside.

Through a gap in my arms, I watched the dust settle around a wide, ragged hole. Jake and Eric materialized in the space as the air cleared. They were in their wolf forms and immediately lunged forward, murder written in their glowing eyes.

“No! Stop!” I croaked in a barely audible squeak.

There was nothing they could do against a Midnight Witch. They thought they were saving me, but they were only running toward their deaths.

But of course, they didn’t listen to me, and Mekare was already twirling her hands, readying a spell that would surely kill them. She had bested Damien. She could easily beat two werewolves.

Shaking, I pushed to my hands and knees.