The Rejected True Heiress (Liora and Callum) novel Chapter 262

Liora’s POV

“Mia!” I dropped to my knees and immediately removed her gag while Callum worked at her hands and wrists. Once she was untied, she threw her arms around my neck, sobbing into my hair. I held her close, just rocking her.

Over her shoulder, I met Callum’s gaze. That silver hue was still present, although now, it was filled with anger. I felt that rage mirrored in my own eyes, even if they wouldn’t illuminate without my wolf.

I wanted to kill Ambrose. Somehow, I knew Callum would help me do it if I asked. In fact, he would probably be the one to lead the charge.

“Mia,” I finally said, pulling back just enough to look at her, “What happened? Did he hurt you?” I turned her this way and that, searching her body for injuries. Thankfully, aside from the marks left on her wrists, ankles, and face from the ropes and the gag, she looked unharmed.

But not all wounds are always visible. I knew that from experience.

She sat back on her heels and sniffled, wiping at her wet face. “No, he… He didn’t hurt me. Not too badly, at least.” She noticed the look in my eyes, then blushed. “And no. He didn’t have sex with me. Not yet, anyway.”

Callum let out a loud breath.

“What happened?” he asked.

Mia inhaled deeply, steadying herself. “I went to the window seat like we talked about. But then a servant came running up to me and asked me to help him. He said it was an emergency, that someone had gotten hurt.”

She swallowed hard. Callum and I exchanged looks.

“I wasn’t thinking straight,” Mia went on. “I just thought, if someone was hurt enough for a servant to ask little old me, of all people, for help, then it was important. So I followed him.”

“No.” Mia’s eyes were still full of tears, but she lifted her chin. “I wanna confront these bastards.”

Callum hesitated, but then nodded. By the time we left the closet, Zane was standing at the end of the hall. His eyes widened when he saw Mia.

Without a word, Zane rushed forward and threw his arms around her, gathering her tightly against his chest. She melted against him, clutching at his shirt. We didn’t even have to say what happened. He saw the ropes and the gag in Callum’s hand, and his eyes filled with a fury I’d never seen from him before.

We found the servant in the kitchen. He was unmistakable, not just from the description Mia had given us, but from the way he was rocking back and forth while perched on a bar stool, biting his nails until they bled. He practically reeked of guilt.

He froze when he saw us. Particularly when he saw me. He shot to his feet.

Callum surged forward, grabbing a fistful of the servant’s shirt. “Tell us everything you know,” he snarled, voice deep and terrifying, “and make it quick, because once I punch your fucking teeth in and make you swallow them, it won’t be so easy for you to talk anymore.”