Blair Drakencrest had spent six hours breaking a mage with maple syrup, bath salts, and psychological warfare. She was winning. Then he said something that broke her instead.
It started when Damon handed her another bucket.
"HOLD ON!" Marek's voice cracked at the edges. "I am bound by a blood oath. I couldn't tell you if I tried. And even if I could fight it, I would die before the words left my mouth."
Damon's eyes flicked to Brennan. Brennan gave one nod. No held inhale. No tell. The bastard was telling the truth for the first time all night and the truth was worse than the lies because it meant the information was locked behind magic that would kill the source before it could be extracted.
