Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 349

Chapter 349: Interrogate, Intimidate, Then Domesticate

"WHO. WAS. IN. THAT. CORRIDOR." Blair had escalated from shaking to holding the sack with one hand and pointing at Marek’s chest with the other, the universal posture of a woman who was going to get her answer or she was going to remove the bag and let him see exactly who was about to ruin his entire life.

Marek’s breathing cracked. The held inhale released in a rush that took the resistance with it.

"I don’t know his name," he said. "Hooded. I’ve only met him twice. He gives me instructions and I carry them out."

Blair pulled the sack up again. Marek flinched before she even raised her hand, which meant the first slap was still paying dividends.

She didn’t slap him. She let him flinch. Let the anticipation do the work. Then she flicked him on the forehead with two fingers.

Bag back down.

"That’s for wasting my time. The slap was for Guinevere. We are on a SLIDING SCALE, Navarre, and you are sliding toward the side that has buckets."

"You don’t know his NAME." Blair released the sack and stepped back with the energy of a woman who had just been personally insulted by an answer. "You are a MASTER MAGE. Of a GREAT HOUSE. And you are taking instructions from a man whose NAME you don’t KNOW? That is the most embarrassing thing anyone has said in this room, and I’ve watched you lie for three minutes."

"Instructions from who?"

"I can’t—"

"You CAN’T." Blair grabbed the bucket. The empty one. She held it upside down over his head and let the last three drops of water fall onto the sack one at a time. Drip. Drip. Drip. It was the most psychologically devastating thing Damon had ever witnessed done with an empty bucket.

Blair reached for the bag. The threat of unmasking herself, of letting him see who had been asking the questions, was apparently worse than any bucket because Marek flinched away from her hand like it was on fire.

"FROM WHO, NAVARRE?"

Damon watched Blair crack a mage in under three minutes using nothing but cold water, blackmail, and the threat of being seen. No drugs. No spells. No torture apparatus. Just a princess with a grudge and a bucket who had decided that patience was a virtue she could not afford and was billing it to someone else.

He was in so much trouble.

The professional kind was manageable. The other kind was going to require a conversation with his Alpha that Damon was not looking forward to, because explaining to Nicholas Shadowfell that he had developed feelings for the Dragon King’s sister during a dungeon interrogation was a sentence that should not exist and yet here he was, constructing it in his head while a woman shook water off a war criminal.

Blair looked around the room, realized there was no second chair, and pointed at Griffin.

"Chair."

Griffin disappeared. He came back eleven seconds later carrying a chair above his head like a man delivering furniture to a burning building.

Blair sat down in front of Marek, crossed her legs, folded her hands in her lap, and stared at the sack covering his face with the energy of a woman who had just decided to get comfortable because this was going to take as long as it needed to take and she was going to enjoy every second of it.

"Now," she said pleasantly. "Let’s start over. From the beginning. And this time, I want you to pretend I’m the last person you’re ever going to speak to, because depending on how this goes, I might be."

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5 HOURS LATER

Kael’s arms tightened around her. "Had her first," he murmured into the top of her skull. The words were slurred and half-swallowed and delivered with the conviction of a toddler who had grabbed the last cookie and was prepared to take it to his grave. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

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