Defying the Lycan King (Kira and Derek) novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206: The Power to Wound

Derek arrived at Chloe’s cell already cold, already controlled, the kind of stillness that was far more frightening than rage. Declan followed close at his heels.

He crossed the cell to where Chloe hung in her silver chains, and without a word, he held up the tiny black chip between his thumb and forefinger, turning it so the dim light caught it.

"Tell me how this works," he said.

Chloe lifted her head. Her eyes found the chip, and Derek saw the flicker of recognition cross her face before she could hide it.

"And why," Chloe rasped, her voice cracked from days of thirst, "would I do that?"

"Because I’m asking."

"That’s not much of a reason." She managed a thin, bloodless smile. "Let me down from these chains. Give me water. A bed. Treat me like something other than meat on a hook, and perhaps I’ll tell you whatever you want to know."

Derek’s expression did not change. "You’re in no position to bargain."

"I’m in every position to bargain," Chloe said. "I’m the only one here who can give you whatever secrets you want."

"You’ll tell me regardless," Derek said flatly. "And you’ll get nothing for it. No water. No bed. No mercy. The only question is how long you draw it out first."

Chloe studied him for a long moment, weighing it, looking for the give in him and finding none. And something shifted behind her eyes. The self-preservation drained away, and what replaced it was uglier, and quieter, and far more dangerous.

She understood she had nothing left to trade. So she reached for the only power a cornered creature has left. The power to wound.

"All right," she said softly. "All right, then. I’ll tell you. For free. Because watching your face is going to be payment enough."

She licked her parched lips.

"It’s a transmitter," she said. "A listening chip. Crude little thing, really, but it does the job."

"How long has this been planted here?" Derek asked.

Chloe sighed. "A month, maybe longer. My mother’s been using them for years. You hide one somewhere a person keeps close to them, and it feeds you everything. Every word spoken in the room. Every plan. Every secret whispered in the dark." Her eyes glinted. "Somewhere like, oh. A wedding ring, perhaps."

Derek said nothing, but something in him went very still.

"My mother is rather gifted at it," Chloe went on, almost conversational now.

"Surveillance. Getting close. Planting things where they’ll never be found. And she’s especially good at it when she has someone on the inside helping her. Someone trusted. Someone who can carry the chip right into the heart of the enemy’s home."

She tilted her head. "Someone who slips out to meet her in secret, in disguise."

"Stop lying," Derek snarled. But even as he said that he couldn’t believe it himself.

"Am I?" Chloe smiled. "You don’t need me to connect those dots for you. You’ve already done it yourself. I can see it on your face."

Derek moved.

He crossed the cell and seized Chloe’s jaw, pressing it hard between his fingers, forcing her head up. His aura surged out of him all at once, filling the cell like a flood, and Chloe whimpered, tears spilling from her eyes as the crushing weight of it bore down on her.

"Do not," Derek said, his voice low and terrible, "mess with me, girl."

He held her there a moment longer, then released her with a small shove of disgust.

Chloe’s head dropped. She coughed, spat a mouthful of blood onto the stone floor, and then, impossibly, she laughed.

"You fool," she wheezed, lifting her face to him, her teeth red. "Did you honestly believe a werewolf could love you?"

Derek stiffened.

"Stop spewing nonsense!" Declan commanded.

Chloe laughed again, ragged and cruel. "Did you think years of blood and war and oppression just melt away because you put a shiny crown on her head? She played you like a fiddle, Lycan King. And the best part? You begged her to do it. You practically held the bow for her."

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