TWENTY THREE

"I am not lying. This is my face." She sobbed pitifully but I paid no heed to her cries.

I suddenly banged hard on the table making her jerk back, almost getting lost in the chair that held her bound. "Where is my mate!"

"I - I- I" she stuttered the same word. She was visibly shaking and whimpering so much so that the words were stuck in her throat.

"Alpha Camilla is here," a guard informed me and I turned away. "Drill her a bit and let me know when she is ready to confess but keep her pure and get her some clothes to put on. Get Helena to do it."

I walked away and then paused "No touching her face too just in case we need to swap it back if need be."

Fab and I stood before the priestess Camilla and awaited her fallacies that always brought sorrow to me when they actually came to pass, annulling my meaning of them being fallacies.

Nothing Camilla ever said to me was in my favour but it was better to brace myself for the worst than meander through in the dark.

"She speaks the tr