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~Faye

“You haven't seen him once?”

I hardly believe that Cal, my personal guard and an infamous Huntsman has not yet faced the Silent that has caused all this drama. A part of me thinks he is too proud. He has no reason to be, since he was the one who caught him. At least in his perspective he did. 

“What's the point,” he mutters. “He's a Silent.”

Either way, we walk steadily past empty cells to where he has been kept this entire week. I've insisted Cal needs to see him, to look deep into those eyes and see if there's a soul there. Then he will begin to see why T has been haunting my thoughts during the night, and day. 

I decide I need to reiterate my previous words. “He's spoken to me before. He's not a Silent.”

By the look in Cal’s eyes, he clearly doesn't believe me. 

T is sitting in the same place as usual. His back pressed against the wall, knees up slightly for his arms to rest on. His head is always down, his wavy dark hair covering his eyes from view. He doesn't bother looking up as we walk closer. 

Cal bangs on the cell bars, the sound ringing loudly through the place. I cringe, while T doesn't even move. I decide he's not about to answer to Cal right now. 

“We’ve come to talk,” I say softly. 

Finally, he raises his head, fingers tapping impatiently against his legs. He has a shocking gaze that must have stunned Cal too, as he goes completely silent beside me. If I'm honest, agree. I've never seen something so dark, so brooding it sends unexplainable chills dancing down my back. 

“Maybe you should give me and this guy a second to talk,” Cal says, raising an eyebrow at me in an almost dismissive manner. “He might be a little shy around you.”

“Don't touch him,” I say carefully. “Don't even step inside his cell.”

I'm willing to give Cal time with the assassin. Perhaps he will be able to get some answers about his background out of him. Or his motive; both will suffice. When Cal weakly nods in agreement to my demands, I turn and walk away, hoping neither of them kill each other. 

I have an idea of how to monitor them anyway. 

Our control room was built by a Wisdom Pack member last year. It was a step up to monitor certain parts of the place with the latest technology. I've never gone up here until now. I've truly never had the use. Now though, I don't think I could sit by and not see what Cal and T are talking about, if the Huntsman can get him to utter a word in the first place. 

“This is the main screen,” the Guard who monitors the technology informs me, sitting me right in front of a large screen. “Click this button to swap cameras.”

I thank him, waiting for him to leave before I turn my full attention to what's going on in T’s cell. 

While I was gone, Cal had entered T’s cell, and was sitting in front of him. It reminds me of the first time I spoke to the Silent. Turning the volume up, I strain to listen for any sense of a conversation. I want to hear Cal try as much as I did. 

“You don't have to keep this act up with me,” Cal says flatly. He seems irritated at T, who is exhaling slowly. 

“Always the reasonable one, right Callan?” 

The instant reply takes me by surprise. That's it? T is going to confidently talk to the Huntsman who caught him easier than me? Clearly T doesn't trust me, as an Alpha, at all. It makes me uncomfortable to think like that, yet at the same time, I scold myself. Cal is just doing his job. 

“You know why I'm here, so I thought you might want to return the favour,” Cal continues. 

This makes me lean forward in my seat, desperate to hear what T has to say to that. This answer is what I've been wanting to know ever since he broke into my room lacking the intention to kill me. 

“That's up for debate, Huntsman,” T replies. “Why don't you explain to me your intentions. With your job, with the Alpha.”

“I'm her personal Guard,” comes Cal’s response. 

He's being honest with T? I'm wondering what his tactics are, although there clearly is come kind of relationship here. T mentioned he knew of Cal, that everyone knew of Cal, but is their a history between them that I'm not aware of?

T stretches his legs out in front of him now. He manages to make himself looks comfortable in every situation. “Caught any Silent’s yet? Any real threats? Because I must say, there is a lack of action in these cells.”

My jaw clenches in response. T is most definitely a threat, but was that his confession that he isn't a Silent? 

“You should just get out, unless you would like to tell me why you're really here,” Cal challenges. I have a feeling T hasn't strung him along to this point to only admit it now. This is a secret only a Silent would be able to keep. 

“Please, be my guest and open my gates. I doubt you have the Alpha wrapped that tightly around your finger,” T comments, before a slow knowing smile crosses his features. “Unless of course, I’m missing an entire unwraps relationship. I would be delighted to-”

Cal’s movement was quick, as he leant forward enough to slap T across the face. The Silent didn't respond in anger, but only with a simple laugh. 

“I was gonna say,” T mutter, wiping blood from his nose. “That was quick, but we all know how fast you move with beautiful girls like Faye. Tell me, Cal, what's she like in bed, I can't help but wonder every time I-”

Another slap. And another laugh to accompany it. 

“You need to watch yourself. You're the one on trial, and I'm the Personal Guard, so you better start talking about why you're here, or I'll bring in a judge from another Pack to prosecute you myself,” Cal growls. It's such a dark and meaningful threat it even gives me chills. 

Of course, T hardly looks fazed. These two know each other, otherwise the prisoner would be terrified of Cal right now. It takes every ounce of me not to go down there and interrupt. I manage to keep still, though, knowing there's no point. There may still be a few more details to catch onto. 

“Sensitive, Callan?” T muses. That arrogant sir about him is clearly frustrating the Huntsman, who narrows his eyes and clenches his jaw tightly. 

“You have a lot to say while you lack all these powers, huh, T,” Cal says, his tack changes as his tones resembles one of ridicule. I'm fully aware T isn't the assassins full name. I'm going to have to remember to ask Cal what it actually is. 

T only smiles wickedly, but even through the screen, I see something dark simmering. “You're asking for it, aren't you?”

“You think you can threatening me?”

“Oh absolutely. You and I both know I have a little secret of yours in mind,” T says, and I swear I see his gaze flicker up to the camera. 

I'm too busy concentrating on every word that comes out of his mouth. Cal has a secret? The idea of the man who has been hired to spend almost every moment with me has a spike of nerves delve deep into my stomach. Shaking my head, I scold myself. I can't just let the words of a single prisoner sway my view of my own Personal Guard. 

“Don't waste your time,” Cal snarls. “I would kill you myself…”

“And hurt the Alpha’s feelings? You really are full of yourself, aren't you? Calling me the bad guy when you won't even tell her everything about your past. At least she doesn't expect me to,” T says smoothly, hitting Cal right where it matters. 

“So what, you're the good guy now?”

T leans forward, holding Cal’s menacing gaze. “Don't make me laugh. I'm just tempted, that's all, to see the look on Faye’s face when I tell her every last thing you did.”

Cal says silent, watching T. Both of us seem completely captivated by him, anticipating his next words. 

“What, you're not going to ask what's needed to keep my mouth shut?”

More silence. 

T leans forward more. “Don't touch Faye. Don't even think about her like that.”

Cal only grits his teeth before he swiftly stands. I'm stunned at how fast he leaves, how quickly he agrees. I don't see why it wouldn't be easy, yet at the same time, I have a feeling this secret he's keeping from me means too much to question T. 

Suddenly, the turns to look directly toward the camera. My heart jumps. He knows I've been watching. 

With a slow wave of his hand, he beckons me to come down, and join him.