Not sure what else to do, Gwenvael took to the skies, his mind racing. He couldn’t go back to Dark Plains and his kin with, “I pissed her off so much she wouldn’t tell me anything.” Fearghus would have his ass for supper. Not only that, but he wouldn’t allow anyone to harm Annwyl or her children. No matter what they might or might not be, they were still his kin and he’d protect the little bastards like he would any of his siblings’ hatchlings.
Unfortunately, he had only one option. He’d wait until dark and then snatch the little bitch from the fortress. She was female after all, and if there was one thing Gwenvael the Handsome knew how to do—it was how to handle a female.
Gwenvael grinned, his fangs showing as he headed for the safety of the mountains and nightfall. A few hours with him and he’d have The Beast begging to tell him what she knew—and then he’d just have her begging.