vortex’s magic and a New York Enforcer was taking advantage of it to get her to talk.
“ No, get Vivien in here. Something tells me neither of them will talk, no matter what we do. I want my wife back. Amber is a lot of things, including a liar, but I trust her when she says Darcy’s dying. I won’t risk her safety on the off chance it’s all a ploy.”
“ I agree and I’ve already made the call. Vivien should be here shortly.”
The room behind me was silent except for the jagged sobs now coming from Darcy’s body. Fake tears used to try and reel me in.
“ Save the theatrics. You’ll need all your energy for what comes next.”
That caught her attention. “Going to accept my deal, lover?”
“ No, but I have a witch who’s going to reunite me with mine. Enjoy the limited time left you have on earth, Amber, because it’s your time that’s running out.”
She railed against her restraints in an attempt to escape, but it was futile. Leaving her alone in the room, a coldness crept up and over me. Once upon a time, I’d loved that woman, at least thought I had; but the creature now cackling to herself and throwing about threats, she was a far cry from the innocent she’d been back then.
“ You look like you need a drink,” Devlin commented.
“ Not until Darcy’s back in my arms,” I replied. Her return was my sole focus.
My wife first, then this latest threat for power—second.
“ Okay, then let’s go and prepare.”
Walking away from the interrogation room, we joined Daniel.
Every part of me promised that there was still time left to save Darcy, despite the faint ticking in the back of my mind.
Tick.
Tock.
Chapter Six
Amber
He thought he was so damn smart.
He thought he could find a way to stop the inevitable.
When his plans backfire and Mason loses his precious Darcy, that’s when I’d get my revenge. Payback was a bitch. And, in this case, her name was Amber. I was beyond loving him now—so far away from those tender adolescent dreams of being cherished and revered. Those childish fantasies were just that—childish. They didn’t translate into the cruel, harsh world of reality.
It was eat or be eaten. If you didn’t seize power for yourself, someone else would come along and use it against you. The idea of happily-ever-after with knights in shining armor was a fallacy, falsehoods told to placate the weak. I’d been spoon-fed those lies by my mother as she dressed me in pretty, pink-laced party dresses and curled my blonde hair into ringlets.
All her smiles and sugary sweet promises meant nothing, once I realized the truth. She wanted me to believe my father was her prince and that he treated her like the queen she said I’d become. But I heard the yelling behind closed doors. I witnessed the cowering that came when he ordered her to obey him, or else.
Mason was meant to be my way out of that life—my reward for enduring the heavy-handed teachings of my father. He was my destiny, my fairytale lie come true. Instead, he’d become something else.
Mason O’Connor had taught me the true meaning to life and it wasn’t love or any similar ideology.
It was to never let yourself become vulnerable. To never let them see they have you running scared. Even if it meant pretending you still had the upper hand. Wishes were for the feeble-minded. If I wanted something, it was up to me to get it. No one would ever be responsible for my happiness.
Even that was overrated. There was only so much the light and fluffy emotion could do before you woke up one morning, aware that you were trapped and hadn’t known it.
Power—that was the only thing worth obtaining.
Mason had led me down that path of discovery and I would never be helpless again.
I would bow to no man. They would all crumble at my feet.
Even as I was led from the room where Devlin, and later Mason, had interrogated me, I held my head up high, knowing that this time I had the upper hand. Sure, they
“ No, get Vivien in here. Something tells me neither of them will talk, no matter what we do. I want my wife back. Amber is a lot of things, including a liar, but I trust her when she says Darcy’s dying. I won’t risk her safety on the off chance it’s all a ploy.”
“ I agree and I’ve already made the call. Vivien should be here shortly.”
The room behind me was silent except for the jagged sobs now coming from Darcy’s body. Fake tears used to try and reel me in.
“ Save the theatrics. You’ll need all your energy for what comes next.”
That caught her attention. “Going to accept my deal, lover?”
“ No, but I have a witch who’s going to reunite me with mine. Enjoy the limited time left you have on earth, Amber, because it’s your time that’s running out.”
She railed against her restraints in an attempt to escape, but it was futile. Leaving her alone in the room, a coldness crept up and over me. Once upon a time, I’d loved that woman, at least thought I had; but the creature now cackling to herself and throwing about threats, she was a far cry from the innocent she’d been back then.
“ You look like you need a drink,” Devlin commented.
“ Not until Darcy’s back in my arms,” I replied. Her return was my sole focus.
My wife first, then this latest threat for power—second.
“ Okay, then let’s go and prepare.”
Walking away from the interrogation room, we joined Daniel.
Every part of me promised that there was still time left to save Darcy, despite the faint ticking in the back of my mind.
Tick.
Tock.
Chapter Six
Amber
He thought he was so damn smart.
He thought he could find a way to stop the inevitable.
When his plans backfire and Mason loses his precious Darcy, that’s when I’d get my revenge. Payback was a bitch. And, in this case, her name was Amber. I was beyond loving him now—so far away from those tender adolescent dreams of being cherished and revered. Those childish fantasies were just that—childish. They didn’t translate into the cruel, harsh world of reality.
It was eat or be eaten. If you didn’t seize power for yourself, someone else would come along and use it against you. The idea of happily-ever-after with knights in shining armor was a fallacy, falsehoods told to placate the weak. I’d been spoon-fed those lies by my mother as she dressed me in pretty, pink-laced party dresses and curled my blonde hair into ringlets.
All her smiles and sugary sweet promises meant nothing, once I realized the truth. She wanted me to believe my father was her prince and that he treated her like the queen she said I’d become. But I heard the yelling behind closed doors. I witnessed the cowering that came when he ordered her to obey him, or else.
Mason was meant to be my way out of that life—my reward for enduring the heavy-handed teachings of my father. He was my destiny, my fairytale lie come true. Instead, he’d become something else.
Mason O’Connor had taught me the true meaning to life and it wasn’t love or any similar ideology.
It was to never let yourself become vulnerable. To never let them see they have you running scared. Even if it meant pretending you still had the upper hand. Wishes were for the feeble-minded. If I wanted something, it was up to me to get it. No one would ever be responsible for my happiness.
Even that was overrated. There was only so much the light and fluffy emotion could do before you woke up one morning, aware that you were trapped and hadn’t known it.
Power—that was the only thing worth obtaining.
Mason had led me down that path of discovery and I would never be helpless again.
I would bow to no man. They would all crumble at my feet.
Even as I was led from the room where Devlin, and later Mason, had interrogated me, I held my head up high, knowing that this time I had the upper hand. Sure, they
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