Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 347

Chapter 347: Good Beta, Bad Bitch

"You mindlinked me ’DUNGEON. NOW. BLAIR HAS A BODY.’ That’s waking me up, Griffin," Ryker said, flatly.

"I said Blair has a SITUATION. You heard body."

"Because with Blair it’s always a body."

Blair turned to all of them with the look of a woman who was surrounded by the most competent men on two continents and every single one of them was annoying.

"Fine. Damon goes in. Brennan monitors. Sterling stands at the door. Ryker drinks. Griffin loses his threesome privileges permanently. Are we done negotiating, or would anyone else like to contribute to this clown caucus before I lose what remains of my patience?"

Nobody spoke.

Blair grabbed Damon’s arm before he reached the door.

"Keep the bag on his head. He doesn’t see your face, he doesn’t see Brennan’s face, he doesn’t know who he’s talking to. Watch his hands. Warded cuffs suppress but they don’t kill motor function. If his fingers start moving in any pattern that looks like a sequence, Brennan shuts it down."

Damon gave a single nod. The instruction was clean and tactically sound and delivered by a woman who had never once in her life interrogated a prisoner and was somehow better at the pre-brief than half the officers he’d trained.

"His tells are in his breathing," Brennan added quietly. "When he’s about to lie, he holds the inhale a half-second longer. I’ve seen it."

"From the circles," Damon said.

"From the circles."

The door opened. The door closed. Blair stood on the other side of it with Sterling, Ryker, and Griffin, and listened.

Damon’s voice came through the door muffled but audible because Blair had her ear pressed against the soundproofing with the commitment of a woman who was going to get every syllable whether the architecture cooperated or not.

"I’m going to ask you some questions. If you cooperate, this goes quickly. If you don’t, it goes differently."

"Who are you?" Marek’s voice was hoarse. Disoriented. The voice of a man who had woken up cuffed and bagged and was running diagnostics on how fucked he was. The answer was very.

"That’s not relevant to you right now."

"I am a Master Mage of House Solandris. I have diplomatic immunity under the sixth accord of the—"

"You attacked a member of the Drakencrest royal family with dark magic. Your immunity expired when your spell hit the corridor wall. Let’s start with something easy. How many times have you been inside this Keep in the last week?"

Silence. Then the half-second inhale Brennan had mentioned, visible even through a door if you knew what to listen for.

"This is my first visit."

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