Chapter 10
KYLE
It was harder than I’d anticipated to go along with the high warlock’s abduction plan, since we weren’t affected by his magic the way he thought we were.
Just as Michael told us he would, instead of heading toward the forest, we followed behind him, up the cobbled path toward his house.
“Where are you taking us?” I called out, feeling the tightness of his spell around my chest. It was like he’d lassoed me with an invisible rope and was pulling me along behind him. The tug was strong, but I knew I could probably break free of it if I had to.
I couldn’t believe we were putting our trust in Michael, but Xander seemed to think he was on our side, so I didn’t attempt to break free.
It was obvious that the high warlock wanted us to follow him, so we were going along with it. We wanted him to think that we were completely affected by his magic, like we normally would be but for the protection potion.
“Come along, doggies.” The high warlock spoke over his shoulder as he calmly walked ahead, hands behind his back. I wanted to rush forward and bite him in the ass, but didn’t, of course. Instead, we toddled along the path behind him, like the obedient little puppies he wanted us to be.
I glanced at Xander and rolled my eyes. My Alpha nodded, his nostrils flaring as he tried to contain his annoyance. Pretending to be under the spell of this asshole was not easy for either of us. Whatever potion Monique had brewed for us had worked, because the high warlock’s magic was barely affecting us.
I could feel the tug, the intent, and could act accordingly. We could run away if we wanted. The only reason we didn’t was because Michael had told us not to.
And besides, without a gap in the veil, where would we run in this realm, except straight back to Monique?
Only time would tell if we’d made the right choice in trusting the high warlock’s heir. In my mind, it was a fifty-fifty bet at this point.
The high warlock swaggered up his front steps, then opened the door and ushered us inside. As we entered, the action felt akin to walking into a prison cell. I was not sure when we’d ever be allowed out again.
“I thought you were taking us to the forest?” Xander demanded. “Michael said you were going to send us back home to our pack.”
The high warlock turned to us, his eyes an eerie shade of yellow. I couldn’t explain it, but there was something very wrong with his features. They looked... not quite put-together anymore. This guy was clearly nuts.
“My son isn’t the high warlock of this realm. I am. And I take orders from no-one.”
I didn’t want to look at his weird-ass face any more. It creeped me out, so intead, I glanced around. The house was different yet again. What was with the changing décor in this place? “Why does your home keep changing?”
The warlock didn’t respond in words. He simply lifted his hand and clicked his fingers. We were transported to a different room, very similar to the genie-bottle-like prison we’d been incarcerated in the first night we’d been here. This version wasn’t quite as plush, and there were now two beds as well as the piles of pillows.
The strange thing, other than the lack of windows and doors, was that the beds were fitted with black sheets and comforters.To hide blood stains, perhaps?