Queen of the Underworld | Book 3

• fourteen •

"I've been told you aren't answering any questions from the guard." I looked at my nails as if bored. "Are you hiding something or do you really not know anything?"

He didn't answer.

I sighed, looking at Asmo. "Asmodeus, please help him in answering my question."

Asmo turned towards the man and reached for his shackled arm with both hands. In the next moment, the man's arm bent in an impossible angle. The man fell face first into the floor, screaming in agony.

I watched the guard next to him move towards him then stop. His frantic eyes searched mine. "Alteaza--" The guard opened his mouth again then closed it, seemingly at a loss for words.

I smiled in his direction. "If you need to leave, I understand. I will not think any less of you. I have him under control."

He nodded once then spectered, immediately disappearing.

Asmo laughed, walking towards me up on the pedestal the thrones sat on. "Some can't stomach this kind of work."

I smiled as the man writhed in pain in front of me. I felt no sympathy for him. "I'm glad one of you can. I don't intend to stop until I get what I want."

The man laughed loudly as his nose rubbed against the floor. "I knew the light fae couldn't be trusted. I knew it! I don't regret anything that I did. I enjoyed killing them!"

The man flew from the floor and was stretched out in the air in front of me. I didn't even have to lift a finger to break one of his legs. I willed it to happen with only a thought and dark and light magic helped me. "You missed one," I hissed with as much hate as I could muster.

I stood from the throne and approached his floating form. He hovered mere inches from my face. "I will get the answers I need. I don't want to kill you to do it but I will." I smiled. "Did you know that when a light fae crushes someone's soul, the person's thoughts and memories are absorbed by the light fae? Whether you tell me on your own volition or I kill you and find out myself, I will get the answers I want."

I saw hesitation flash in his eyes.

I gave a genuine smile, sensing his defeat. "Now, where are the others?" I cooed. "What are your plans now that Robyn is dead? Who was sent to kill the last male light fae this morning?"

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes but said nothing else.

"He won't speak, Alteaza," Asmo said behind me.

When I turned, I found him sitting on the smaller of the two thrones, the one for the Consort, I learned.

He crossed his ankle over his knee and tilted his head watching me work. His comfortable pose set me at ease. I felt my heart flutter sightly watching him with a smile. His elbow rested on the armrest, his fist placed under his cheek casually.

I licked my lips, turning back to the man. "Tell me what I want to know."

When he again didn't answer, I placed my hand in front of me, palm up. Slowly, my magic reached out to his life force. It was as easy as breathing and I didn't have to struggle to find it. It was before me like a heavy dark cloud of absolute corruption. I grabbed hold of it and when I looked back at his eyes, I knew he felt it too.

I only watched as he struggled against my grip. I tugged slightly and he gasped, convulsing as he hovered over the ground.

I smiled again. "Will you, please, tell me what I want to know?"

"What the hell is this?"

A sudden banging turned my attention to the large doors of the throne room.