It's dark in here but knowing myself, my eyes will adjust soon. I can smell the scent of my blood and sweat filling up the room. I've been stuck here for an hour, a day, maybe a week. I've lost track of time. They made sure there were no windows and the lights are always switched on. I'm drained. Every muscle in my body aches. I'm hungry and tired. For the past few months I've been tortured on end.
You're Trysten Dragomir.
The voice in my head is beckoning me. Trying to make sure I dont give in. And I won't. I know I won't. I've been trained for such methods of torture my entire life. I've been taught to fight until I'm the last man standing. Taught that in the worst case scenario, a man would rather cut off his own tongue than spill information wanted by the enemy.
I can hear them plotting. Trying to find a way to put me down. Of course the blood running through my veins won't allow them to. It's well-known how difficult it is to put down someone of the Dragomir bloodline, even at my young age.
I had snuck into the headquarters of the enemy. I was always very good at being stealthy. Of course the first question anyone would ask is how did I get caught if I'm so good. All I can say is the leopard only comes out when it wants to be spotted.
An old man walks in. His head is full of white hair. I can tell that he is fit. He has a strong face and an intimidating look. This all falls flat because I can smell the fear dripping of him like water on a wet rug.
"Who are you and what do you want with The Consiliu?"
I maintain my silence. I don't bother speaking or even looking at the man. Of course he thinks I'm here for The Council. And maybe on an ordinary day I would be but I'm on a higher mission now. I want back what's mine. What rightfully belongs to me.
"I won't ask you again."
That was the funniest thing he'd said since my stay here. Considering the fact that he had asked me that question everyday. I remember counting how many times he'd asked me. About 76 times. And so without him even knowing I had managed to keep track of how many days, roughly, I was here.
"Are you with the Luptător?"
Silence.
"Who sent you here? Who do you work for?"
Silence.
After a few minutes of silence. A woman walks in. She's dressed so professionally. In my own opinion she's a few steps away from an air hostess. I don't know what it is about The Council and professionalism. They go around acting as though they own everything and it makes me sick.
"Sir?" the woman asks for permission to speak. The man walks over and seems to forget that I'm in the room. For some reason the duration of my stay has led people to think that I am not a threat. I can only wait for the moment to prove them wrong.
"What is it, Clare?"
"Sir, Micam has sent word back from his current mission. He says he found the girl. She is still unknowing."
"Did he mention anything about her? Who she is exactly?"
"He didn't say much, sir. All he said is that he is still the only one of his kind in her presence. He also added that her name is Catherine Gale."
"Thank you, Clare. You may go back to your post. And tell Micam that he should stay there and keep a close eye on her."
"Yes, sir."
The woman walks out. I can feel the grin on my face. And judging by the man's face when he turns to look at me, he can see it. After over two months of torture and silence, my stay has finally pulled off. All the information I needed, handed to me on a silver plater. I remove the shackles on my wrists. I had undone them within the first week of being here. I move quickly and strangle him before he can process what has just happened. I strangle him using the chains that were once on me. The irony.
All I need to do is be my stealthy self and make my way out of here. That'll be easy. I mean I did manage to get in.
Catherine Gale.
My mind imprints the name deep into my skull. Now the mission really begins. Of course I have to get through Micam first but it won't be the first time. He's good protection for her but deep down even he knows that he can't stand against me.
I'm Trysten Dragomir. I'm on a mission and if anyone stands in my way they're dead.
