No Mercy

Chapter 7

"What's your name?" The expression on my face is colder than ice as I glare down at him.

I have no problem maintaining my glare despite having to stare into the chocolate brown eyes gazing tenderly back at me. But right now they're closer to charcoal. Black, tinted with barely controlled anger. I find comfort in the hatred shining back at me, allowing me to tread on slightly familiar ground. I almost smile at his growing fury, growing more confident by the second.

He's strapped down to the chair, his legs and his arms bound with silver cords that I'm sure are biting into his skin with how tight they are tied.

"Ezra Byrnes." His voice sounds like a riff on a guitar, deep and sensual. "I'm the Gamma of the Highland Pack."

I tilt my head to the side when I notice my increased heart rate. I don't say anything in response, using the silence to quietly take deep breaths and look him up and down, taking in his appearance. He has almost a full beard, looking like he hasn't shaved in weeks. His hair is stuffed underneath a red beanie, tufts peaking out in every which direction. His light grey jacket and dark colored jeans are dirty, covered with so much grime that you would think he walked here.

"What are you doing on my property?" I finally asked, satisfied that I am completely in control of myself and the situation.

"I had to find you." He looks confused by the question, like his mere presence is self-explanatory. "I don't understand why I'm tied to this chair."

I don't answer his question, looking away briefly before I refocus my attention on him.

"Did your Alpha send you here?" I lean down so that I can stare directly into his eyes. "Did you come alone?"

Recognition dawns on his face he realizes what he thinks I'm worried about. "No he didn't send me here, but he knows where I am. And yeah, I came alone."

I look over to Silas and Deniel who are each posted in a different corner of the room behind Ezra. Did the units find anyone in their sweep?

Deniel shakes his head once. Nope.

I turn my attention back to this boy. "If we let you go will you leave peacefully?"

"Leave?" His face morphs with confusion. The slight pucker in between his eyebrows. The crinkle of his nose. The pursing of his lips. "Why would I leave?"

I want to smile at his confusion and groan in frustration at the obvious answer. I do neither; my face a blank canvas with no intention of being painted. "Because you aren't wanted here."

His nose crinkles even further. "But you want me here."

I make sure to answer immediately, not even pausing to breath before I respond. "No, I don't."

The ferocity and sincerity in my voice only causes him to ask more questions. "Why wouldn't you? I'm your ma-"

"Don't say it." I interrupt turning my back to him and moving to stand by the door.

"Why not?"

Yeah why not? Najee echoes.

I don't answer either of them, unsure of what to say.

"Escort him off the property. And make sure that he leaves." I walk out the room without another word, walking as slow as possible to make it seem like I'm not fleeing this time.

I don't even make it down the hall before a hand drops onto my shoulder and spins me around.

"What are you doing?" Deniel asks me. My eyes narrow at him and his accusing question. Deniel's gaze shifts toward the warriors stationed at either end of the hallway and decides to communicate through the mind link instead.