Silver (On Hold)

Chapter 6: All Knowing

I pushed open the heavy metal door to the dungeon. I walked down the small corridor to the last cell on the left. I opened it and walked in. Caleb slammed his fist across Ashe's face. Ashe spit out some blood and laughed.

"You hit like a girl."

"Why did you have your hands on my mate?"

"She's not though, is she? Your mate. You gave that up when you rejected her." Caleb drew back his fist for another hit.

"He does have a weak hit, doesn't he?" I interrupted. Caleb whipped around. "And just so you know, using someone as a punching bag won't make the person crack. Not when he's numb to it." I watched Ashe warily. He gazed back at me with a straight face. "Good poker face too. Way too good." I commented. I walked to him and placed my fingers under his jaw. He tensed, but didn't jerk away. He was pretty handsome now that the mask was gone. Even with the scar under his jaw. I pulled away. "Caleb, get out."

"What?"

"Get. Out."

He approached me from behind.

"Who do you think you are, you little screw up?"

I whipped around and back handed him across the face sending him to the ground. I grabbed him by the face forcing him to look me in the eye.

"You are the screw up in every way. Dead parents, a weak manwhore for a Beta, probably a shit ton of STDs, and no mate. You will die miserable and alone, your corpse left for the crows because no one cared enough to bury you. You are so naïve when it comes to the power you have that you think it nonexistent. You called me, your so called weak rejected mate, to come fix your problems. Do you even give a crap? Or at you to busy drinking and screwing your sorrows away. You aren't a kid. Grow up and take control. Now get the fuck out of this room or I will beat you to a bloody stain on the floor." I released him and he left in a hurry.

"Well that was intense."

"Shut up, Ashley."

"What did you call me?"

"Ashley."

"Why?"

"Cause it's funny?"

"Oh."

"And because you're Ashe Saret, one of the best deceivers unknown."

His eyes shot to mine. I smiled at him.

"You know about me, but I know nothing about you," he replied.

"What would you like to relive? How I saw a parents slaughtered in front of me? Or how about carrying my brother five miles through thick forest with my own blood in my eyes feeling his body growing colder with each step. We could visit my abuse in high school. Or how my crew found me. That wasn't fun. I still have a few scars from that." I tapped my neck. "Real close call. Oh how about the time I spent in cells here. Or anywhere. Or how about training against nightmare serum. That was nasty. Vivi rarely brews the stuff now."

"How about your name?"

"Blood Angel."

"Your real name." I smiled.

"That is my name."

"Before that, what did they call you?"

"Screw up, bitch, servant, slut, maid, flea bag. Those being the kindest."

"That's not your name."

"Ask your father. He knows."

"How would he know?"