Darkness Unleashed (Guardians of Eternity #5)(65)

“Tell me how you got your nasty hands on me when I was a baby.”

“I told you I found you in a…” He screamed as Regan pushed the dagger a hair’s breadth from his heart. “Shit.”

“One more lie, and you’re dead,” she warned. “You didn’t find me in a ditch.”

Cowering with a fear that warmed Regan’s vengeful soul, Culligan gave up on his lame story.

“Okay, okay.” He sucked in a careful breath. “I was in Chicago, minding my own business, I might add, when I was approached by a cur who claimed he had some hot cargo he needed to unload in a hurry.”

“I was the hot cargo?”

“You and your sisters,” he clarified. “The curs had blundered and attracted the attention of the local social services agency. The humans had already taken one of the babies, but the curs managed to slip away with the other three.”

Regan stiffened. Well, that little tidbit would please Darcy. According to Salvatore, her sister had never been able to discover how she’d ended up in the hands of humans. And of course, she now knew how Culligan had managed to get a pureblooded Were in his power, if not how the curs had gotten a hold of her and her sisters in the first place.

“They tried to hush it all up, but the rumors hit the streets, and the curs were afraid that the word might reach the ears of the Weres. They needed to get rid of the evidence before they were caught red-handed.”

“What happened to my sisters?” she demanded, astonished to discover that the answer actually mattered.

What happened to the lone wolf who didn’t give a crap about her family? The one who would rather have her eyes clawed out than be invited to Thanksgiving dinner?

Jagr happened, a soft voice whispered in the back of her mind.

He’d made her…soft. Damn him.

Unaware of her inner conflict, Culligan gave another glance at the knife stuck in his chest.

“One stayed with the humans, and one they smuggled to curs out of state. They gave you to me, and the other…I don’t know.”

Her teeth clenched. “The curs have one of my sisters?”

“I haven’t seen her, but they claim to have one. They’re supposedly doing some kind of experiments on her.”

The air was squeezed from her lungs. “What kind of experiments?”

“Do I look like a scientist?” The petulant words became a screech of agony as she twisted the knife. “Ow. Damn you, it’s something about making the curs more powerful. That’s all I know, I swear.”

So the suspicion that the mysterious Caine was obsessed with creating the cur version of Frankenstein wasn’t as farfetched as it seemed. Christ. Was the man a nut job? Who knew what could happen if he started screwing with the ancient magic that turned a human to a cur.

Of course, had Salvatore been any different? He’d deliberately altered the DNA of her and her sisters to produce females who wouldn’t shift. And he did it so they could become some sort of broodmares to resurrect the fading Weres.

Damn arrogant men and their God complexes.

In a perfect world, women would be in charge.

“If the curs have my sister, then what do they want with me?” she gritted.

“My only guess is that you’re the backup in case your sister kicks the bucket before they’re done experimenting with her.”

“Bastards.”

Culligan shivered. “You have no idea. Release me, Regan, and I can help.”

“You know where they’re holding my sister captive?”

“I…” His ready lie faltered on his lips as her eyes narrowed in warning. “No, not…exactly, but…”

“Worthless,” she muttered, abruptly realizing that was the perfect word to describe this sorry excuse for a demon.

Culligan was a weak, greedy fool who offered nothing to the world.

He didn’t even make a decent villain.

Her grip tightened on the handle of the dagger, her bitter, choking thirst for revenge somehow lessened by the thought. It was as if she’d just hauled the boogeyman out of the closet, and discovered he was nothing more than a spineless slug.

Culligan quivered as she unwittingly dug the knife deeper. “Dammit, watch that thing.”

In answer, Regan leaned forward, her expression ruthless. She’d pressed her luck far enough. It was time to get the information she’d come for.

“This is my last question. And believe me when I tell you, your life depends on your answer.” The tip of the blade rested against his throbbing heart. “Where’s Jagr?”

“What? Who?”

“The vampire who…who Darcy sent to Hannibal.” She struggled to hide her aching dread. Culligan would only try to use it to his advantage. “Gaynor took him through a portal. Where would he go?”

Culligan glared, although he was smart enough not to struggle. “How the hell would I know? In case you missed the memo, I’ve been a little tied up since coming to Hannibal.”

Without warning, Regan yanked the knife from the imp’s chest and pressed it to his most precious jewels.

“Gaynor’s been your friend for centuries. You have to know something.”

Panic flashed through the green eyes. As expected, the idiot was far more afraid of being castrated than killed.