Rise of the Witch Queen

Karma's a Bitch

I stared up at Kenna, trying to process what was going on. Why was she here holding a knife to my throat, and why on earth did she want to hurt me?

"Kenna, what's going on?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"You're the reason Marcus is dead," Kenna snapped "You're the one who is supposed to be dead! I brought you to that bar so that Marcus could give you as a gift to the Alpha and earn his favor. Now because of you, both of them are dead!"

"Kenna, I never meant for any of this to happen," I said softly "I didn't hurt anyone," I spoke softly trying to get her to see reason. She raised her hand and slapped me hard, reopening my split lip.

"That warlock douche killed Marcus while protecting you! And Jace only killed the Alpha so he could keep you as his pet," Kenna retorted. I wanted to point out that this could all have been avoided if she had never invited me to a Were bar, but I doubted she would listen to reason now.

Tears streaked down Kenna's face as she raised the knife over my chest and whispered "For Marcus."

I closed my eyes, not wanting to see what was about to happen. A scream shattered the silence. I was surprised that the cry wasn't mine. I opened my eyes to see Callum pinning Kenna to the wall. The man who had been with Callum before took my hand and told me to come with him. Not wanting to test my luck with killer Kenna I followed him into the elevator.

Before the door opened, he moved in front of me and whispered, stay behind me. His caution, however, didn't appear to be warranted. He took me to what looked like a study where Jace was on the phone. He looked at me, confused. "I'll call you back something urgent came up..." he hung up the phone and practically jumped over his desk to get to me. "What's wrong? I felt you're panic, but I just figured you were still scared of this place... That's why I sent Callum and Ronan to see what was wrong rather than coming myself" I stood still as he examined me looking for any kind of injury. Finding none, he turned to Ronan, looking for an explanation.

"Marcus's girlfriend, Kenna, broke in and swiped a key card which she used to get to Charlotte. It appeared that she planned to murder Charlotte to avenge Marcus's death," Ronan said calmly "We were able to apprehend Kenna before any harm came to your mate. We currently are holding her in the interrogation room."

"Good," Jace said, still not taking his eyes off me "It's unlikely that a human was able to accomplish this without help from inside the pack. I'll take Charlotte up to my quarters."

I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't think of anything to say. I could still feel kenna's knife pressed against my neck. I brought my hand up to my throat and realized that Kenna had managed to make a tiny knick at the base of my throat. I examined the sticky blood on my fingertips in shock. Kenna could have easily killed me...

"You're shaking," Jace said, scooping me up in his arms and headed into a secluded set of rooms off of his office. He set me down on the bed. "You poor thing," He cooed stroking my hair.

That snapped me out of whatever state of shock I'd been in. "Excuse me?!" I snapped, "Forgive me, but being a little freaked that some crazy chick almost slit my throat is pretty god damn normal!"

Jace seemed utterly thrown off by my change in demeanor, but he tried to take it in stride. "I know, sweetheart," he said, trying to maintain his soothing tone.

"Then stop treating me like I'm a freaking china doll," I said, shoving him in the chest.

He growled, and I had to force myself not to wince, "I'm treating you like you're fragile because you are. You're not strong and fast like my kind or even like yours. You may be crazy powerful, but you have no idea how to use those powers, and right now, I don't trust you to not use those powers against me and mine to teach you." As terrified as I was of him at that moment, I stood my ground. "You're incorrigible," he growled, getting off the bed "Stay here. I'll be back for you after I question Kenna. I've posted guards outside, so just tell them if you need anything." He ran a hand through his hair, clearly still frustrated. I glared at him. He might have said that the guards were posted outside to get me things, but I knew what he really meant. Don't try anything.