Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

247. Olivia - Azael IV

Azael is finally starting to realize how stubborn I can be. If I don't want to talk, then I won't. Revealing the location of the daggers was never an option.

But why plan all this? To what purpose? Knowing the only way to find out the truth is by asking, I say, "Why are you so obsessed with me?"

"The daggers, Olivia. I want them."

Good thing I left them at the farm.

"Here I was, thinking you were fixated on me when, in reality, you only want two rusty old knives. I don't know how to feel about that." Azael loses his composure and slams his fist on the desk, causing coffee to spill on my hands. It is not hot enough to burn me. "You'll never have them. I made sure of it."

I need to learn why Azael wants those daggers. Sure, they glow when near me, but there has to be more to them than fancy lights.

Ansel knows how important the daggers are. He will never let Azael get his hands on them.

**919** is yet to speak with other experiments since he is rarely let out of his cell. He has a very violent tendency to kill everything in his path, and even I had to get out of his path a few times. I wonder if I have enough time to find out what Azael is planning with the daggers while 919 manages to speak with the others.

you something. I think you will find it interesting.

goes to the door and opens

say and follow him, taking the coffee with me. Guards stand on either side of the door, and I clean my hands of the coffee on their clothes before pushing the cup into the hands

palm facing them. "You'll have the chance to do whatever you

of the guards cups his dick through his pants. "We can make her talk

the junk **919** has between his legs? I'll tell him all

fucked up angel in history, Azzy, might not be the smartest move I've ever made, but what's he gonna

and forces me to walk fast. "Are you forgetting that your Asian boyfriend will pay the consequences for your

you that I'll make you

Mose in trouble because I can't keep my mouth closed. But there's something about this angel that brings out the worst of me. Not even my brother can get me riled up so

the door reveals a room as big as the entire floor. Experiments and guards are in the middle of the room, gathered around something that I can't see. They shout

so loud as he says, "This week's tournament will begin in a few minutes," making everyone look at him. "The rules are the same as ever. The last man standing at the end of the day gets the prize." Azael pushes

a woman of our

her. I don't care

Shit.