Spurned Queen

Chapter 46: Traitor, Part 1

Lexi

Confused lights and voices drifted by me. They came and went, leaving me wondering where I was and what was happening. I may or may not have spoken a few words here and there, but I could barely remember anything. I felt someone pawing at my clothes. I snarled and twisted away, but I could barely think or move. Pain radiated up and down my arms. I think I saw a syringe.

Darkness swamped my consciousness more times that I cared to admit before I finally seemed to open my eyes.

My arms were killing me; pain throbbed in my head and my entire body felt sore. I glanced up, taking in the thick chains that secured my wrists and were bolted to the ceiling. My feet dangled six inches from the floor. I closed my eyes against the migraine; these were the effects of wolfsbane. My body would barely be able to move with that poison in my bloodstream. I looked down again to see that I was dressed rather nicely in a green t-shirt and normal blue jeans. My feet were bare and... shit. A collar sat around my neck. It didn't need rocket science to know that it was the kind that suppressed Witch powers.

I discreetly studied the camera in the corner of the room. Primitive at best. The blinking red light helped me count the seconds until someone came in. Meanwhile, I hung my head and pretended to continue being delirious.

At length, the door opened behind me. I listened to it unlock, pleased to hear the beep of an electronic key card lock as it slid closed.

My guest came in front of me. Female; tall and slim. Long elven ears.

She didn't seem bothered my my half open eyes, instead placing a palm against my forehead. She lifted my foot, bending my leg at the knee; with my sore muscles, I had to bite back the cry of pain. She observed the way my leg moved and sighed. Then she picked up a syringe I had not seen before. It was loaded with wolfsbane. She took off the cap.

"Do not inject me with that, elf," I hissed under my breath, keeping my eyes half closed.

I saw her falter. She brought the syringe up to my shoulder anyway, and proceeded to empty it down my back. It burned my skin, but it wasn't in the bloodstream. It only looked like she had injected me from the camera.

"Writhe," the elf ordered without moving her lips. I immediately tensed up, groaned, and mumbled incoherent words. She kept a straight face, capped her needle, and walked back out. I listened to her swipe her card.

Lattis had been blocked out of my mind with the large amount of wolfsbane in my body. I was hungry. But I was sure I could make it out of here even as a human. I wondered why Mum would place the witch collar on me. Wouldn't people find it strange that a werewolf was being curbed of witch magic?

I waited. Hours later, the door opened again. Someone with a gait different from that of my unexpected ally walked in and stopped in from of me. He looked absolutely normal, like a human, so I guessed he was either a warlock or a Fairy. DOCTOR KLYST was written on the tag on his lab coat.

He opened my mouth and looked inside. He peered into my eyes and ears and took my temperature. He scribbled on a notepad. "Day Three" was written at the top of the page.

He took some more observations about me, like I was some sort of specimen. All businesslike and stern. Then he pulled another syringe full of wolfsbane from his pocket.

"Don't you dare," I growled. A look of pure shock and fear crossed his face before he lunged, needle poised.

My foot lashed out into his gut. Ignoring the pain, I brought my knee up into his jaw before kicking the wolfsbane from his hand. Before he could move, I wrapped my legs tightly around his neck. His scream was cut off as his airways closed. Klyst floundered and tried to pry my thighs off but it was no use. I jerked my hips sharply and heard his neck snap.