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right in the fucker's face, and give him a smile. If he thinks that shit will intimidate me, then he’s barking up the wrong tree.

“I really should be thanking you. Without your help in retrieving the necklace from that Seelie bastard, our ritual wouldn’t even be possible.”

My breath rushes out of me, and I feel like he’s hit me with a fucking bat. How could I be so stupid to not figure all of this shit out sooner? It will all be my fault if they are successful with their disgusting ritual. I’ll never be able to forgive myself for my part in their messed up plans, and I don’t think the guys will be able to forgive me either.

“You know scumbag, being a power hungry ass is such a turnoff. It doesn’t surprise me you have to force people to do things for you though, it’s quite obvious that you’re a pathetic little needle dick prick.”

Another slap connects with my right cheek. You think he would at least change it up a bit for fuck's sake. Why do the bad guys always have to be so fucking predictable? They are so focused on telling you how much smarter they are than you, that they don’t realize just how stupid they are.

“You know Melissa, I thought a half-breed like yourself would detest those bastards just as much as we do, but it seems I was wrong about you.”

“I’m no half-breed, you crazy fucker!”

“We both know that’s not true, no human has such a strong affinity with the dead, don’t think I didn’t do my research before hiring you. It’s just a shame that you let yourself be influenced by the Fae.”

I growl at him, causing him to laugh at me before making his way across the room. If he thinks I'm going to fall for his little comment, and sit here second guessing my whole life, then he's sorely mistaken. I hear the door opening, and he stops in his tracks, no doubt thinking of some cliche bullshit to say to me before leaving me here.

“You’re too late to stop us Miss Greene, you’ll never be able to save them, not now anyway.”

Ding, ding, ding! Ten points to Slytherin. I can’t even give him props for creativity, not that I’m all that surprised. He doesn’t strike me as the smartest man. The door slams behind him as he makes his exit, and I lean my head back, letting out a frustrated sigh.

I know that I can’t afford to just sit here feeling sorry for myself, but I can at least beat myself up for a moment. After that moment though, I straighten up, testing my restraints. Obviously whoever tied my wrists had no fucking idea how to tie up someone who was unconscious, because there is just enough slack for me to to begin working the rope looser.

I don’t know how long I spend sitting there twisting my wrists around to produce more slack, but it has definitely been at least five minutes when the rope finally begins to give way.

I let out a sigh of relief as I manage to slip one wrist free from the restraints, bringing it up to remove my blindfold, quickly dropping it when I see just how disgusting the piece of cloth is. Now that I’m able to see again, I notice the fading sunlight coming in through the blinds on the window. Shit, I must have been out longer than I thought if it’s already the next night. That raises the question though, where are the others?

I just have to hope that they didn’t stick around to look for me, I don’t exactly have time to hunt for them too. With any luck, they made it out of here without any mishaps, although, how they never found me in their search throughout the house, I’ll never know.

Since the cult is probably thinking about killing me once they finish the ritual, I'm not all that surprised with the disgusting way they're treating me. That doesn't mean I have to like it though.

I make quick work of the rest of my restraints now that I’m able to see, and begin to rub feeling back into my limbs. I sure as hell know that there won’t be any after care from my captor. I get to my feet, looking around the small room for any sign of my things. I don’t think that they would have been stupid enough to leave my guns so close by, but you never know with assholes like this.

Unfortunately, I see no signs of them, and from what Mr. Sullivan said to me before leaving the room, I know that I don’t have time to go looking for them, I’ll just have to improvise to break up their little party. I tiptoe my way across the room, noticing a poker beside the fireplace. At least this baby, will be enough to bash in any skulls of the people who get too close.

I grip the pocket tightly in my hand, making my way towards the door, and taking a deep breath. I ease the door open carefully, slipping out in to the hallway and find that the fuckers were so confident that they never even left anyone to guard the room they were keeping me in, unbe-fucking-lievable.

I creep my way through the house, still unable to find any traces of the cult and their captives. How in the world have they managed to pull this shit off? The blueprints didn’t show anywhere else that they could be hiding, so where the fuck are they.

I make my way downstairs, jumping at every creak below my feet. I’m not usually this all over the place, but I really would like to keep my skull in one piece, if at all possible. Although, with the fact that I’m about to face down a

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