Secret Bloodline

Dungeon

Lauren hurries the girls out of Central Park and back to her office so they can regroup.

"So is that it? Just like that, Zayn has been sentenced to death?" Camila frowns.

"I'm afraid so," Lauren sits at her desk, a scowl on her face.

"I feel like someone has ripped my heart out," Camila sits down on a sofa.

"Me too. I feel empty," Dinah frowns.

Lauren stands up and fixes everyone some whiskey, handing both friends a glass. "Zayn's presence is filling. That's how it feels when he's not here with you," Lauren says.

"We have to do something about this, there's has to be-"

"Trust me, if there was a way, I'll be doing it," Lauren interrupts. The green-eyed girl downs her glass as she clenches her jaw. "Zayn is like a brother to me. I'd burn the Council to the ground for him. But we've played our hand and lost. If we went to war it'll be two clans against four. We'd be destroyed along with half the city," Lauren speaks.

"But that trial was bullshit! Zayn was set up," Dinah says.

"Council justice is swift and not always just," Lauren says.

"Can't we at least appeal to the Council?" Camila asks.

"And say what?" Lauren raises an eyebrow.

"I don't know! Try to reach whatever shred of fairness or humanity they may have left? They can't all want Zayn dead," Camila says.

"After what they learned about the serum I suspect they do," Lauren frowns.

"There's got to be something, I mean, Claire likes me. What if I offer to let her feed on me in return for a favor," Camila says.

"Yikes," Dinah says.

"Claire would take that deal, use you until you break, then force you to watch Zayn die with a smile on her face. She puts on an air of allure but she's every bit a monster as El Patron. Maybe quite the same or worse. I'm sorry Camila, Dinah. The reality is harsh and I won't sugarcoat it. There's nothing we can do," Lauren speaks.

"How can you say that? There's always something. Can't we just rescue Zayn ourselves?" Camila suggests.

"Yeah, I mean, we're pretty badass, right? You especially? And you've got at least two dozen vampires in your clan," Dinah says towards Lauren. 

"I wouldn't ask them to risk their lives. Not for another Clan leader," Lauren frowns. Her face hardens as she looks at the two girls. "Besides even if we could somehow do it without getting ourselves killed none of us know exactly where Zayn is being held," She speaks.

"I do."

Everyone looks at the doorway to see Hailee standing there.

Her heels click against the marble floor as she walks over to the three other girls.

"I know where he is," Hailee says.

"Sit down. Tell us what you know," Lauren motions to the sofas.

The green-eyed girl pours Hailee a drink as everybody takes a seat.

"I have a contact in David Beckham's organization who owes me a favor. She told me where Zayn is being held," Hailee explains.

"A mole. You've got a mole," Dinah says.

"Of course I do. Zayn had me in charge of espionage. I have contacts everywhere," Hailee scowls.

"Perhaps I underestimated you, Hailee," Lauren smiles.

"Oh, you did," Hailee nods.

"Where's Zayn?" Camila asks.