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Chapter 4 - "Because that's not what I hear."

Evette approached Octavius slowly, and eyed him as she did, and wondered what way would be best to start things up. She even felt a little on edge and judged since Azriel was stood off and watching...it made her want to perform perfectly, and she wanted to show off a little. As he was the Night Court's spymaster.

He lived doing such things like this. She felt pressured to be better since the Fey were seen as more violent than the Fae. She needed to perform perfectly, in that case.

In the end, she decided on standing beside him and laying her hands over his shoulders, gripping them hard enough that she could break them under her strength if she wanted to. "So, Octavius, you're probably used to Aerlo's methods by now...they're slow and deliberate." She began to say. "He enjoys and delights in all torture."

"Myself?" She asked, looking off to the wall for a few seconds. "Not really...I prefer to do it to people who I value as worth my time when it comes to torture. To people who will be entertaining...and you aren't. So, there won't be much talking. I'll ask, give you time to answer, and then if you don't...well...I'm sure you already know."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes." He spat.

"Great." Evette spoke as she removed her hands from him. "So, Octavius, how many men does the King of Hybern have at his disposal?"

"More than you can comprehend!"

"Let me rephrase...how many Fey does he have at his disposal thanks to Dulcamara?" Evette asked him.

"Can't you keep a handle on your own people, False Queen." He spat at her, and Evette moved forwards and knocked the handle of the knife that was through his hand, and he let out a loud groan of agony. Then she grabbed the handle firmly, and turned the dagger around in his wound, causing more blood to seep from his hand as he roared in pain.

"What was that?" Evette asked him, her grip still on the handle as she moved it gently about within his hand. "Do you wish to repeat?" Only savagely controlled breaths came from him. "That is exactly what I thought." Evette told him as she removed her hand from the knife. "Now, do I need to repeat the question?"

He remained quiet. She waited a few moments, and when he still didn't say anything, she grabbed the knife once more, and ripped it from his hand. He let out a cross between a small groan and a small whimper. Evette held her free hand out, and she ensured he could not remove his hand, as she held the dagger up in the air.

At this moment, Azriel noticed the white siphon practically glowing and pulsating around her neck.

And then she brought the dagger back down into his hand, hard, and this time the blade tore right through the flesh, muscle, and tendons of his hand right up to it's handle, the blade slicing through the wood completely this time. Octavius roared in pain - and it was so loud it hurt her ears, and she needed to step back a little as she held them.

"I'm going to kill you!" Octavius panted in pain. "Slowly, and painfully."

"You can try." Azriel recited calmly, making her briefly glance over at him, yet she didn't question him. After all, it had be the very same thing she was going to say. And because it was a little out of character for the man - though she was sure it was nothing too important.

It was Azriel saying it after all - he was likely saying it out of habit given his job and role at the Night Court.

"So, are you going to comply, and answer my question?" Evette asked him.

"Go fuck yourself."

"Very well." Evette shrugged, before she moved her dress and exposed most of her entire leg to them both, before she pulled out her dagger from where it was strapped and holstered to her thigh. She held the dagger up, and allowed the very little light within the dungeon hit the blade.