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“Another attempt and I will end you,” I hissed in his ear, tightening my grip to hear him choke. “WHERE ARE THEY?!” I demanded.

He is flailing in my chokehold. His nails are digging into my arm, struggling for freedom and to suck in a breath of air. I loosen my hold just enough so he can speak.

“Lord Tenebris,” he chokes. “The north.”

I have no clue who this lord is. If he is the one in charge of demons, I can only guess how monstrous of a Lord he might be.

“Are they alive?” I seethed. “Tell me the truth. Are my Beta and friend alive?”

“YES!” he gasped, drool gathering and foaming at the corners of his mouth.

I squeeze tighter, just for the thrill of cutting off his airway and watching him struggle. He didn’t mention any of the other men that accompanied Beretta and Nilo. That must mean that they are all dead. And he not only knew of those events, he had to have had a hand in them.

“That attack. Did you orchestrate that to get my mate to leave with his army for the border?” I aske