Jace clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Such a shame. Surely you’ll cooperate?”
Hazel heard two people come up behind her and glanced over her shoulders to see two of his men with guns pointed at her. If she were to step out of line, she’d be shot before she could do anything. She lowered her head slightly to glare up at the man before him.
“What is this really about? I’ve done nothing to you. I don’t really even know you.” She raised her hands slowly as she spoke, putting her hands on her head.
Jace let out an appreciative hum and nodded to the men behind Hazel. With that cue, they pulled her arms behind her and handcuffed her. Jace reached in his pocket and pulled out a ring of keys. “The two who care for you…you know what they do, yes?”
“Did they tell you about what they did before?”
Hazel didn’t respond. She’d had theories, but never decided to confirm for herself.
“They worked for me. When they left, they didn’t go peacefully. They killed many more than they have since. They killed ones they had grown close to as well as those they never bothered to know. They left me with nothing.”
Hazel swallowed thickly as she was forced down to her knees, gasping as she felt glass shards she hadn’t noticed before dig into her flesh.
“I plan to return the favor.” Jace knelt down and reached into her pocket.
The pocket with Dabria’s knife in it.
He started to pull it out of her pocket slowly, tauntingly.
“No!” Hazel screamed and bit his arm, clenching her teeth hard on the clothed limb until the blade fell from his hand.
Jace cried out from the pain and slapped her, but she didn’t let go. He punched, smacked, and kicked at her, the scuffle making the blade slide away across the floor. The two henchmen didn’t seem to know what to do, scared to shoot in fear of hitting their boss.
The sickle blade slid away as the two scuffled.
The two nephilin had spent the night in a holding cell. They managed to create a story that was close to the events going on. Hazel and her roommates had disappeared the night of the attack. There had been hunters that had chased some animals into the neighborhood, and Hazel’s house was caught in the crossfire. With one of them injured, they went to the only hospital they could think of: the one in the magic forest. Of course, they didn’t mention any ‘magic’ being involved.
“The hospital is out of town,” John had said.
“Out of our jurisdiction,” Henry added.
They explained that John had been treating Hazel’s caretakers. Hazel herself had been staying with them since the incident out of fear, and didn’t think to call the police. Hazel’s caretakers had been hospitalized earlier in the week due to being injured by stray bullets from a nearby gunfight.
Henry’s stomach growled as he laid on a bench across from John. He felt a buzz in the back pocket of his pants. He at first thought it was a text, only he recalled that their phones were taken away before they both went into the cell. He realized it was the stick his grandmother gave him, before he and John drove to the police station last night.
Henry sat up as he pulled the stick out, a confused frown etched his features. Why the hell would a stick vibrate? John had been slumped over on his bench, a hand in fist with his head down with worry. He looked up at Henry, then the stick. His brow relaxed at the realization before Henry did. They both shared a look and came to the same thought: Hazel…
A set of keys jingled and their cell finally opened.
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