Prisoner Of The Golden Headband Novels & Stories

His arms were bound behind his back and had an iron collar around his neck with five chains chained to it which were attached to the wall. The man in the cell's head was bowed with his long hair hanging all over. When he heard footsteps stop in front of his cell, he raised his head and looked up. He saw a young man dressed in the finest clothes, groomed, enchanting and was looking at him. The young man hid most of his face behind his handkerchief showing only his enchanting sapphire eyes. His long ginger hair draped over his left shoulder, completing his frame. Prince Aldridge turned to the guard and asked, "What was his crime?"

The monsters hiding inside my head doesn’t bother me when I’m with someone. I was led to an unfamiliar hallway by two officers: one walking at my back and the other in my vanguard. I rounded my head to memorize every nook and cranny of the place. Housing security risk prisoners, there was no available map of the second and third levels of the prison. It was up to me to make up a mental drawing in my brain.

I hadn't been down here since the night we'd hauled two of Marcus's tranquilized guards out of the wreckage of that vehicle chase, and in the chaos of the following days — Maya's recovery, the shift training, Leo finding his footing — I'd let Kade handle the prisoner's basic processing while I focused on the people I actually cared about keeping alive. Three days was long enough to wait. Kade fell into step beside me as I descended the stairs, a manila folder tucked under his arm. "His name's Reyes. Low-ranking enforcer, been with Silvercrest about six years. Zara cleared him medically two days ago — no lasting effects from the tranquilizer. He's been cooperative with guards, uncooperative w

And saying sorry now couldn't undo everything that came before. *** Mom and Dad moved in next door, but I didn't go out of my way to see her. She did seem different, though. Two months overseas had knocked something loose. Next time I heard about Katerina? Immigration called. She looked wrecked when I showed up. The second she saw me, she latched onto my waist, bawling. "Anya, I was tricked! Chris is garbage. He already had a whole other family—I was just the side chick. And forget rich—he's a scammer who cons women for cash. He's in jail now. I swear, never again. No more foreign guys!"

"What's the hurry? Got tired of that jailbird ex-wife, huh? Time to taste some fresh Vitale meat? Hahaha!" My eyes went cold as steel. My hand rested on the cold grip of my gun. My lips pressed into a thin line. "You done?" "If you are, then get the hell out of my way." The Capo who started it, one of the Vitale dogs, got shut down. His face turned pale, then red. He looked back at Cassandra, who had just caught up. Cassandra’s face was white as a sheet. She frowned, trying to take my arm, to save some face in front of her men.

"Who reported a child abduction earlier?" I pointed straight at Henry and said, "He was the one who called. The kidnapping was a big mix-up. But now, I'm reporting him for assault and for trying to swipe a fortune. "We've got plenty of witnesses here, and don't forget the cameras." The crowd, eager to play the hero, started tripping over themselves to back me up. Henry, scared stiff of jail time, squealed, saying, "I didn't do it. I swear I didn't take anything!"

“Will you answer my question?” Keir explained, increasing his speed after checking the watch, “No, we couldn’t find the head yet. Mr. Hogg was a dealer and Max is one of their suppliers. Have you heard about the red-light village near the border of the Golden Heart Pack? It is actually part of the Golden Heart pack territory but outsiders are not allowed there.” I paused for a moment as I mumbled, looking outside at the rain, “Yes, I know about it.”

I try to struggle but my muscles don’t comply. I lay limp in their hands as they drag me from my little stone cell. My feet bump over a step, I look up slightly, Samual is in front; leading. I strain and manage to look to one of the men holding me. He’s not much taller than me, I can see his side profile. Average looking, dark blonde hair, I don’t recognise him but he wasn’t the one with a broken nose.

The trap designed to make refusal look like sentiment over strategy. She moved before Kael could speak. She placed her marked hand flat on the table. The gold lines blazed. The pack bond in the room surged, all six witnesses feeling it simultaneously, a wave of heat and connection moving through the air like a current. Two of them shifted involuntarily toward her. One made a sound low in his throat. Caden's composed expression flickered.

They hauled me upright despite my legs barely working. The poison had spread through my system making every step agony. We moved through corridors I recognized from before. Other prisoners watched from cells with faces that showed fear and resignation. We stopped outside a door reinforced with silver bars. Morgana opened it with a key that hung around her neck. The smell of blood, sweat, and something wild and dangerou, hit me first Kael hung from chains attached to the ceiling. Silver burned into his wrists and ankles where the metal touched skin. His head hung forward with hair covering his face. He was not moving.