#Chapter 331 – Protecting my Own

Sinclair

I growl down at the man before me, who is younger than I thought he would be, for one with

such power. He has thick black hair and a day’s worth of stubble on his thin cheeks. The man

glares up at me with dark, angry eyes and opens his mouth to speak but before he can, I slap him

– hard with an open palm.

The man gasps with surprise and pain, his eyes going wide as he stares down at the floor, and I

smirk. I doubt this man has been slapped anytime recently, if ever. He has the smug look of

someone used to being in charge.

But he’s in my house now.

“You’ll speak when we tell you to speak,” I growl, and then I turn to the head of my

reconnaissance team, who is standing against the wall, his hands on his knees, panting a little.

Craig isn’t a small man to see him so undone by the efforts suggests that this diminutive priest

is, indeed, powerful in other ways.

“How did you catch him?” I snap. Craig looks up at me and does his best to straighten up.

“We followed the leads, sir,” he replies, looking me in the eyes, “that we gleaned from the

conversation with the other priest, who wished to remain anonymous. They were…fruitful. We

found this one’s lair, for lack of a better word. It was actually in a sewer -in an abandoned

maintenance room. He was living there doing…” Craig hesitates and then shrugs. “Forgive me, Sir,

for the dramatic language, but ‘arcane magics‘ are the only words coming to my mind now. Lizard

skins…and and snail shells, in jars – he had a cauldron –”

“Thank you,” I say, interrupting and nodding towards the head of my investigative team. “You.

will give your details to Alastair, as soon as you can. For now, though I want everyone here for

the interrogation.” I lean forward towards the priest, who watches me with wary eyes and a

clenched jaw.

and

if need be.”

baring his teeth at

him faulter. And then I step away, secretly grateful for it,

man’s head off. Roger steps in to take

arms crossed as he looks down at the man strapped to the

you are. And what your people want with my

just grins at Roger, a too–wide expression that shows all of his teeth. “No,” he

him blandly for

a member of the reconnaissance team standing behind the priest who whips forward a taser

swiftly against

through the priest’s body, making him shriek and twist in

pulls it away quickly. The priest goes a little slack in his

the leg of the chair to get the priest’s

want with my

the priest looks up at Roger again and just

matter,” the priest says, shaking his head and

smile growing on his

laugh, as

upstairs –

heart stops as I recognize it, instantly,

Ella

here, tense, in my rocking chair by Rafe’s basinet, one hand on the edge

is – shushing him quietly as he falls

a little tapping sound at the glass of his

curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe a squirrel

I saw a black–masked face calmly tapping

to ice as I froze, as he quietly pointed to

coming for

it seemed to go so fast – the man pulled back his arm, and made

the window

don’t know how he did it – it should have broken his hand – Sinclair paid to

his body, head–first, into the room through the hole he made with his fist, the rest of

window cracking and shattering around

hit the floor, only half an instant later, my instincts came back to me, and

my child’s rolling basinet behind me and screamed –

away and back into the

window. As he stands,

way

unnaturally fast

lead is on his feet now, grinning at me,

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