This wasn’t surprising. His ex-lover wasn’t smart enough to plot against a kingdom. He’d never understand why he’d got involved with that she-wolf, she was unbelievable in bed but she was also a f**king nut.
“Two of the mansion’s detail were involved. They’re under guard and on their way to Scotland for trial,” Ryon went on.
“Excellent,” Callum muttered.
“We’re still interrogating others,” Ryon continued. “The two we broke swear they’re working alone and didn’t give us dick about how they found out about Sonia. We’ll keep working them but my gut says this isn’t a clean sweep and catching those two won’t nip it in the bud. It’s bigger.”
Callum’s gut was saying that too and he hoped it was true. The rebellion had brought down his father and, years ago, his youngest brother. The treaty was too easy for them.
He wanted their blood then he wanted their capitulation.
“Keep at it,” Callum ordered.
There was silence then, “How’s Sonia?”
Ryon, on the other hand, made it very clear Callum’s queen did not bore him.
Ryon had a great deal more patience and acceptance than Callum had. He enjoyed the pursuit of coy female humans. He liked dating, another thing Callum detested. He preferred seizing. Dating, which he rarely engaged in, left him cold. Ryon took great pleasure in wearing them down, teasing them and enticing them, even tormenting them before he went in for the kill.
Callum never understood it.
“She’s –” Callum started but stopped speaking when he saw Sonia’s entire body jerk.
Then her head twisted around to look at the bathroom and without delay she sprang from the chair, crashed her mug down on the coffee table and ran to the bathroom.
“She’s what?” Ryon asked in his ear but Callum was listening to Sonia’s panicked, even frenzied, search of the bathroom. “Cal?” Ryon called.
Callum didn’t answer for Sonia ran out of the bathroom, stopped herself on a one-footed skid and stared at him.
“My injection,” she whispered.
“What?” Callum asked, staring at her pale, stricken face.
She strode forward purposefully and stopped in front of him.
“You didn’t bring my injection,” she said.
“Cal, what’s going on?” Ryon asked in his ear.
“A minute,” Callum replied, took the phone from his ear and asked Sonia, “What injection?”
“My injection,” she repeated. “My medication. I need it, every night.” Her strange calm started evaporating and her voice rose when she demanded, “We have to go back to the city right now!”
All right, maybe she was staring into the fire plotting.
“We aren’t going back to the city,” he told her firmly.
She took the last step that separated them and grabbed his wrist, shaking it.
“You don’t understand. I need it.”
Callum studied her then put the phone which was, incidentally, in the hand which was attached to the wrist she’d latched onto and she didn’t let go, to his ear.
“Did you hear that?” he asked Ryon.
“What’s she on about?” Ryon asked back.
“You know nothing of an injection?” Callum enquired.