45. Poisoning

Celine

When I come to, Tate is in the room and he is facing off against an angry Emma.

“I specifically asked not to be interrupted.” She bites out. “Get out.”

“This is pack business so as usual, I should be right here.”

“You are a distraction I don’t need. I’m the one investigating her, and I’ll find you when I have her confession.”

Tate crosses his arms over his chest and doesn’t back down.

“And yet you don’t seem to be making any progress. Within a few minutes, you have only succeeded in bleeding her. Why don’t you just admit you are holding her for your twisted satisfaction and nothing else?”

Their voice wheedle into my brain and I bite back a groan of pain. I lost consciousness when she stabbed my throat but it’s healed now. My thigh is healing more slowly because she hit the bone and otherwise, I’m no worse for wear.

“It seems the traitor has sunk her claws deep inside you. Perhaps you shall be interrogated next, to rule out the possibility that you fed her information.”

“I dar