Chapter 226 Two Hundred and Twenty-Six
Christian pinched the bridge of his nose and spoke to his Duchess as gently as he could to avoid starting a scene like his cousin, “How are we supposed to assess how sorry one is, Annie? There’s no scale for that.”
Annie then challenged her husband, “Do you mean there’s no scale, or that you don’t want to believe that there is one?”
That hit Christian. Like Xandar, he didn’t want anything but the worst for Greg. The Duke sighed, and pecked a kiss on his Duchess’s temple before reluctantly asking, “What’s the scale?”
Annie answered without hesitation, “His demeanor. By watching the way Greg speaks about everything he has done, we’ll be able to know if he’s being sincere, or if this is just a tactical move.” She locked eyes with Lucianne, and suggested, “Maybe you should talk to him, Lucy.”
“NO F*CKING WAY!” Xandar exclaimed, and instinctively wrapped Lucianne even tighter in his chest, like someone would snatch her away if he didn’t hold her close enough. «
Lucianne’s rage returned when she tried to loosen his grip as she asked her mate, “Why?! Because I’ll leave you once I see him?!”
Christian answered before his cousin could, “Because there are other people who can do that, my Queen!”
“Like who?!” Annie challenged.
Christian responded to his wife in haste, “ME! AND HIM!” He motioned at Xandar. 2
Seemingly out of nowhere, Toby muttered to himself, “That plan is doomed to failure.”
“I have the King’s Authority, Toby. Ican make him answer anything I want.” Xandar declared.
Juan spoke, “That’s the problem, Xandar.” When all eyes were on the Alpha, Juan explained, “Assuming that the King’s Authority is like the Alpha’s Authority, emotions are a key element in emitting and maneuvering the power. Given how much you loathe that other Duke, your anger may suppress any apologetic statement that Greg Claw may make.”
Greg was lying in the prison bed with an Oleander bracelet on his right wrist. It was getting boring. How did inmates entertain themselves here? ‘There has to be something’, he thought to himself. He sat up and looked around the small space before hearing heavy footsteps getting closer to his cell. A policeman emerged, unlocked his door and said, “We need you to be ready in the interrogation room. You have a visit from the Crown.”
Of course he did. As he left his confined space without another word, he was secretly impressed that his cousins got to this phase of facing him in prison in such a short span of time. He and his animal thought the two would take at least a month before the King came down here and used his Authority to make him vomit whatever sh*t there was in his head.
But Greg wasn’t worried. He had already told Billy to activate Codes Orange and Black, which would involve the evacuation of everyone under his care and supervision. They would’ve been safely evacuated by now. Even if that goody-goody cousin of his forced him to spit out whatever he knew, his information would be outdated and useless. His people were safe, and that was all Greg needed for now.
Then again, maybe he didn’t come for information. Maybe the other Duke just wanted to kill him for what he did to his Duchess…or maybe the King wanted to beat him up for falling in love with his mate…or it was both.
They reached an empty room with a one-way mirror, and the policeman got him to sit while he waited. He doubted that he’d be able to see Lucianne. After handing over the recordings, his secret that he kept to himself had come out. There was no way his cousins would let the Queen come after the police handed them the report.
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