"What the fuck is going—"
The rest of the sentence died in my throat, because it suddenly felt like someone had a hand around my heart and was threatening to squeeze the life out of me.
And hot on the heels of that came the awareness of an approaching presence. Only it wasn't body heat I sensed, wasn't humanity, but rather the heat of a being that was all energy, all power.
An Aedh.
My father, to be precise.
Chapter 3
As the awareness of my father's presence grew, so did the ache in my heart, until all I felt was pain, inside and out.
I doubled over, unable to do anything more than gasp. But it wasn't a heart attack. It was something far more deadly—the transmitter the Raziq had placed in my heart, reacting to my father's presence.
Calling the Raziq, telling them he was coming.
And I could barely even breathe, let alone give him any sort of warning.
An instant later, I was flung up against the lockers, my feet off the ground and a band of iron against my neck.
"What have you done?" The voice was a deeper, angrier version of mine, and it seemed to shake the foundations of the room around us. "What have you agreed to?"
I opened my mouth to answer, but no words came out because no air was getting in. Panic surged, and for a moment I wondered if he intended to kill me in sheer and utter rage.
Blue-edged steel appeared in my line of vision, the sword's sharp point aimed at the heart of the fierce energy holding me captive.
"Tell us where we can find the keys," Azriel said flatly. "Or die now."