Kill Or Be Killed

Chapter Forty-Seven

Scale Number: Slight 4 toward Ky

Pain radiated throughout Kalayavan's head, blinding him when he first opened his eyes. Groaning, he tried to touch the back of his neck, but his arms were chained out to the sides, keeping him in a cross position. When he finally was able to peel them open, it was like a flood gate released the memories from the meeting room. Making him pull at the chains that had his arms secured high on the wall his back was pressed to. The action nearly jerked both of his sockets out of place, giving him another couple of inches forward. Putting him inches from Ky's face, almost nose to nose, but Kal's height difference still put him an inch or so higher above the Elder.

Grinding his teeth together so hard, he was sure he would chip pieces off. There was nothing but pure, undiluted hatred in his words, "Where is she?"

The slow smile that stretched across the Elder's face was one of unfiltered menace. It was the same one he'd always had, only it was completely different now. This time Kal didn't just want to beat it off the man's arrogant face, he wanted to slice and dice the muscles there so he would never be able to smile again. "She's being well taken care of," if it were possible, his enjoyment grew, reminding the Sepireer of a fucking clown. "Along with that new little breder you've gone and brought us."

Kalayavan yanked hard against his restraints, the 'POP' of his shoulders dislocating gave him another inch, forcing the Esasen leader to take a step back. For Kal's enjoyment, the bastard's smile even faltered. The pain that accompanied it went unnoticed as rage burned hot in his veins. Baring his teeth like a rabid dog, he snarls just as darkly, "If you touch one hair on either of their heads..."

"You will do absolutely nothing," Ky interrupted him with a dismissively scoff, "Just like your daddy dearest when we ripped you from his lifeless mate's body."

The mere mention of his mother's name was enough to make Kal jerk again, trying to get even closer to the fucker. He may have never met the woman, but he was sure as hell not about to let this piece of shit speak about her in any way.

"And to think, you probably didn't even believe his wild ramblings."

At first Kalayavan furrowed his brows, pondering the idea of who he was referring to, but it didn't take more than a few seconds. He was talking about Hunter, the only one who'd spewed crazy nonsense about his woman being killed. But it hadn't been nonsense, the ramblings he'd occasionally exposed when he was hot with anger toward the Table. About the woman that had been pregnant, and since he never talked about a child...

Instead of listening like he should have, Kal had just turned toward his pet and let the rants fall onto deaf ears. All because he'd assumed the rogue Sepireer had simply lost his mind from being away for so long. Apparently, Caterina had absorbed every word, to the point she'd even learned his mother's name. He let his head fall forward, overwhelmed with the regret of her having to face the fear of history repeating itself.

Now that fear seemed to be unfolding before her, alone.

What might have been an amused snort came from the Elder's face, "Ooh? What? Did I hit a nerve there?" When a boney fingertip pressed into his forehead in an attempt to get his full attention again. "Finally a break in that rage, look at that."

Kalayavan snapped his head back, his teeth just barely grabbing the digit before the Esasen had time to rip it back. Getting a small amount of satisfaction when his tongue was tainted with the copper taste, the cause still clutched in his jaw. Spitting it back in its owner's face, "Fek yoo."

"Yoo insebordenet basterd!" Holding his hand to his chest, blood now dropping down the length from where the nail had been completely torn from the bed.