Chapter 92

Silver’s POV

I wished I could contact Elliot and let him know of Scott’s plans for tomorrow. Elliot and the others had a pretty good idea about what was going on, but I don’t think they understood the extent of it. The battle between packs was only meant to be a distraction; the real danger was Scott and that dagger. He was planning on using it against Elliot.

This meant that getting my hands on that dagger was going to be harder than I thought. There was no way he would allow it to be unoccupied for long, which meant I would need to figure something out.

“I’m going to head to bed,” Scott said as he stretched. He stood up from the couch and yawned in the process.

We spent some time getting to know one another. He told me of his adventures growing up with his adoptive mother and how he came to know that he had a sister out there. When he found out the truth about where we came from and the prophecy, he just knew I wasn’t dead.

Once he discovered that I was alive and where I was, he spent a long time studying and watching me. I had to admit, I felt creeped out after knowing that fact. But I kept a plastered smile on my face and acted as if it didn’t bother me. I had to pretend I was still on his side no matter what.

I didn’t have to tell him anything about my life because he seemed to already know, which wasn’t surprising considering he’d been watching me.

I internally grimaced.

“I have to get up early to get the ingredients for the spell tomorrow night,” he continued. “Will you be okay by yourself?”

I nodded and smiled up at him.

“Yes, brother,” I told him, trying to appear playful, like a sister should be. “I’ll probably head to bed soon too.”

Scott walked over to me, and I froze as his arms came around me and he hugged me tightly.

“I’m glad to have you in my life, sis,” he murmured. “This is going to be good in the long run. You’ll see.”

I nodded, biting my lower lip.

“I believe you,” I told him.

He smiled and then left the room without any further words. I stood to my feet and stretched as well; I was pretty beaten after the day I had, but I really wanted to find the dagger that he was planning on using against Elliot tomorrow. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to sleep until that dagger was found and used on Scott. I needed to stop Scott even if it was the last thing that I did.

I was about to leave the living room when I heard a grave voice from nearby.

“Where exactly do you think are going?”

I whipped around to see one of the rogues standing by the kitchen, his eyes were yellow and turned into slits. I stepped away from him, unsure of what he was going to do if I were to get too close.

“I was just going to bed,” I lied.

He sneered at me.

“I don’t know who you think you are fooling, but it ain’t me,” he hissed, his eyes narrowed in my direction. “I know you did not switch sides so easily.”

“And how do you know that exactly?” I asked.

“Little Miss Perfect Silver with the rich husband?” He cackled. “Switching sides for a bunch of rogues. I ain’t stupid.”

I folded my arms across my chest and furrowed my brow at him.

“I didn’t switch sides for a bunch of rogues. I switched sides for my brother,” I told him firmly. “I understand better than anyone why my brother is so upset with Elliot and his family. I’m here to help him take back what was ours and avenge our family.”

This made the rogue laugh even harder; his laugh was like nails on a chalkboard and made me flinch. It sounded forced and strained like he had never laughed a day in his life before and he wasn’t sure how it was supposed to sound.

“You might have Scott fooled, but I’ll be keeping an eye on you, Silver. You aren’t as clever as you think you are,” he growled in a low and threatening tone.

He didn’t stick around to say anything more, he brushed past me, nearly shoving me into the wall as he walked by me and left the living room.

I stood in the middle of the living room, confused as to what the hell just happened.

I had a feeling he wasn’t the only rogue that was going to be keeping an eye on me; this only made my job that much harder.

I sucked in a sharp breath and went towards the room they assigned as mine; the same room they had kept me prisoner in a few days ago. I still felt like a prisoner even though I had free range to the house.

My nerves were getting the best of me, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight. I wondered if Elliot was sleeping right now; I wondered if he was thinking about me at all. I’m sure he was… I hoped he knew that I was doing everything I could to save him.

His life was in danger, and I hated that I was so far away from him.

As the hours ticked by and the house grew deadly silent, I knew this was my chance to explore some other areas of the house. I wanted to find Scott’s office and search around to see if maybe he was hiding the dagger in there.

I climbed out of bed and made my way out of the room, opening the door slowly so I wouldn’t alert anyone that I was leaving my room. I could hardly hear anything in any of the rooms, which meant they had to have been sleeping. I wondered how many rooms were occupied and how many contained sleeping rogues. How many rogues were in each room?

I swallowed the lump in my throat and continued down the hallway. I found the stairway that led to the second floor; it was incredibly dark up there, but I always had good eyesight, so I was able to navigate my way up the stairs easily.

I wasn’t sure where to even begin on finding his office. I didn’t want to accidentally stumble upon someone else’s bedroom. I wasn’t sure how I’d be able to explain myself in that case. I started by pressing my ear to each door, trying to find any signs of life.

I could hear light breathing in one of the rooms and I figured someone was sleeping in there. I moved onto the next door, trying to be as quiet as humanly possible. There was snoring coming from that door.

Letting out the breath I had been holding, I moved on to the next door. I could hear some light talking and I realized I recognized my brother’s voice. This was his bedroom? Was he awake? Upon hearing some more of his incoherent words, I realized he was sleep-talking.

I walked to the end of the hall and pressed my ear to the door. I waited with bated breath, trying to listen for any signs of anybody, but there was nothing but silence. I reached for the doorknob and turned it; the door was unlocked.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a desk on the far side of the room along with some other office-type furniture. This had to be Scott’s office.

Relieved that I finally made it to my destination, I slipped inside and quietly closed the door behind me. I didn’t bother turning on the light; if anyone walked out of their bedrooms and saw the light on, they would come and investigate. I was good at seeing in the dark, so I navigated through the room with ease. I opened each drawer, but I came up blank.

Aggravated, I walked over to the closet and opened the doors. I froze when I saw a safe attached to the wall.

That had to be where Scott was keeping the dagger!

Excitement filled me; now I just needed to figure out the passcode. I spoke to Scott a lot today and I found out different things. Like the day his adopted mother died.

I tried that first and it beeped at the failed attempt. I sighed and tried our combined birthday. It beeped again as it failed.

I thought even harder, wondering how many tries this safe would allow me to have before it locked me out for good. I had to make this next try count because I couldn’t risk Scott being alerted that someone was trying to break into the safe.

I typed in the date of our birth parent’s death; to my delight, it dinged, and I heard it unlatching.

I nearly squealed with excitement as I swung the door open only to find that the safe was completely empty.

My entire heart fell deep into my stomach.

“Looking for this?” I heard a voice say from behind me.

I whipped around, shocked to find Scott standing at the doorway, holding the very dagger I was looking for. I felt completely defeated.

Beside him was the rogue who practically threatened me earlier; humor danced in his eyes as he folded his arms across his chest.

“I told you she was up to no good,” he murmured. “She was never on our side, and she never will be.”