Free Web NovelChapter 92: Coincidence or Cause I
"You’ll hurt her over my dead body," I growled out in response, flinging my arms out in a protective stance. Damon’s lips peeled back to reveal the whites of his teeth and their wickedly sharp edges.
"Don’t be difficult, rabbit," Damon said. "If you know that she’s alive then you know why she must die." He took a step forward, and then another.
Instinctively, Lydia huddled even smaller behind me, nearly breathless with fear.
"Harper... don’t fight him..." Lydia frantically tugged at my leg, trying to pull me away, but I refused to budge. "You’ll die!"
Damon scoffed at her. "You’d love for that to happen, wouldn’t you? You disgusting lech."
Lydia let out a little horrified gasp at his words. I was similarly appalled.
"How could you call her that?" I asked hotly.
"A dead woman walking shouldn’t be caring about unnecessary things." Damon snorted at me while flexing his arm, his muscles bulging in the white T-shirt he had put on.
In one quick motion, he shoved me aside as though I weighed nothing more than a leaf in the wind.
"I’m doing you a favor. You’ll thank me in future."
Damon then pulled Lydia up by her hair, causing her to wail in pain. Tears welled in her eyes, but Damon was completely unmoved by Lydia’s misery, merely twisting his wrist so that he inflicted more pain on her. He shook her by the hair, as though she was a chew toy in the mouth of a dog.
My mouth fell open in shock. freewebnσvel.cѳm
"Damon! Put her down!" I screamed.
I wanted nothing more than to pull Lydia down from his hand, but Damon gave me a warning glance from the corner of his eye. If I approached him, he would simply fling Lydia by the hair into the air, and she would die a gory death, if not end up permanently paralyzed when she hit the floor.
Desperate, I turned to Blaise for help. If Damon would not listen to me, then maybe he might listen to his twin brother, who was the voice of reason.
"Damon, just let her go," Blaise advised gently, but his eyes were wintry cold when he glanced at Lydia. I was surprised that he was so unwelcoming towards her, but at least he wasn’t calling for her immediate slaughter. "We can make her walk all the way back to House Sirius, since she managed to make her way here― a nigh impossible feat for most."
"I don’t want vermin in my pack, Blaise," Damon argued, his gaze flinty.
He stared at Lydia’s limp body as though she was no better than dirt under his shoe. The straps of Lydia’s top had fallen off during the altercation, revealing her full breasts. I couldn’t help but note that Lydia’s chest was bigger than mine. However, Damon barely gave her a second glance. frёewebηovel.cѳm
"Invite a rat in, and we’ll be plagued with disease," Damon finished. "Or unless you truly believe this woman has nothing to do with the attack you faced just now?"
Blaise sucked in a breath, but he noticeably did not deny Damon’s claims. Instead, he narrowed his eyes.
"Killing her quickly would be tantamount to letting her get away with it," Blaise advised, his voice low, his lips barely moving. If I had not slept with Damon, I wasn’t certain if my ears could have even picked up his words. "It’ll be more productive if we interrogate her slowly and painfully. I need to know what she told those bloodsucking scum. She has been in Fangborne for weeks― that’s enough time for her to gather information to sell to others."
"What? That... that can’t be right!" I was startled at the ridiculousness of the words I overheard, my eyes darting between the two brothers, hoping that one of them would actually explain things to me.
Lydia was a traitor? This didn’t make any sense!
Lydia and I had no love lost for Fangborne, but that didn’t mean that Lydia was a traitor. No self-respecting werewolf would work with vampires, especially not against her own kind. This was tantamount to treason of the highest order, a betrayal so foul no self-respecting werewolf would commit.
Damon’s lips quirked into a smirk. "You make a very good point, Blaise. But I see that Harper still has no clue what is happening. Lydia Johnson, do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"Harper... believe me... I’m innocent..." Lydia cried out weakly, her face paler than before. She tried to shake her head, but it was an impossible feat with Damon’s iron grip in her hair. Instead, her body flailed weakly in his hold.
"There’s no way Lydia’s a traitor," I said, trying to defend her.
Lydia’s face was getting paler by the minute. If I didn’t do something, she wasn’t going to be conscious enough to speak. What she did just now had stirred me uncomfortably but we still had years of friendship stacked before all of this. I couldn’t just leave her for the dead.
"No decent werewolf would work with a vampire to kill her own kind!"
Even I — a useless, wolfless hybrid — knew that.
Blaise came to my side and gently tugged me away, an apologetic look in his eyes. "Harper, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Lydia is not a decent werewolf. I have due reasons to believe she might have leaked intelligence to our enemies. Damon was not wrong to be upset― my plans have never failed, until today. No one in this outpost is here without express permission from the alpha, safe for Lydia."
"But correlation doesn’t mean causation," I argued, "I mean, it could be just a coincidence!"
I didn’t want my best friend to be capable of such actions.
Damon let out a cold laugh. "There is no such thing as coincidence in our world. Even in Fangborne, the location of this exact hideout is not known to many. Yet, this interloper managed to find her way straight into our camp, right into Blaise’s cabin."
I flinched, remembering Lydia’s sultry behavior and her provocative dressing as she opened the door. She had clearly expected Blaise to be alone.
But it was common news that Blaise and I were mates. I bit my lip. Lydia wouldn’t be so foolish to go and... seduce Blaise, thinking that I was stuck with Damon back in Fangborne, would she?
