Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 333

333 f Not Redeemable!

“Ahhh!” his screams echoed through the cabin once again as I pulled his nail out. I had been torturing him for the last few hours, and he hadn‘t spoken a word till now. Christina was probably right; it wouldn‘ t be easy to get answers out of him.

“Tell me, why did you take my blood?” I yelled at him, resting my foot on the couch between his legs and threatening him with my eyes.

“Enya! He is not going to talk,” Lazlo, who had been against the idea of me torturing him, came from behind and grabbed my arm to turn me around. “You must be wrong. If Billy claimed it was him, then it has to be him.” Lazlo seemed uncertain of my claims.

If it was true, then why did Walsh look so spooked out back in the car?

“Well, then at least let me kill him. I don‘t want to leave any threat behind. I don‘t want to keep looking over my shoulder in fear of anyone coming to hunt me down.” I freed myself from Lazlo‘s grip, but the look he gave me shocked me. He didn‘t only look upset, but he looked mad at me.

“You are just trying to show how powerful you are, aren‘t you?” Lazlo stepped back from me while he shook his head in disapproval.

“If that‘s what it seems like, then you are welcome to speculate,” I whispered in disappointment. Of all the people, I expected him to know why I was so cautious. I have seen my mates getting hurt. I didn‘t want to leave any threat lurking in the dark and attacking my mates.

I knew I was the one these people desired, and my friends were my

vulnerability to them. They can use my mates in order to get to me. It has happened in the past; I wouldn‘t want it to happen ever again. The moment I turned around and raised the knife in the air, Walsh spoke

up

“I took your blood,” he nodded in little aggressive moves. I wasn‘t going to kill him. I needed him alive.

“I know you did. I never doubted my instincts,” I said and slightly turned my face to Lazlo, who thought I was mistaking it.

“Now tell me why you took my blood?” Now that he had confessed, I was ready to get more answers out of him.

“Mother witch wanted your blood,” he spat the blood out and answered.

“Mother Witch?” Maynard grabbed a fistful of his hair and stretched his neck back, lifting his face for us.

“Jolline! She wanted to know if you are a bitch just like your mother or have you changed your ways,” the way he recalled my mother forced goosebumps all over my skin. I was keeping my posture intact but feeling this uneasy tingling sensation run down my back that made me want to shudder.