Chapter 13. Striking The Cold Queen

Darach was on the verge of pulling the demon’s head off his body. His tolerance was running low.

For the hundredth time, Darach had asked the demon the whereabouts of his mate, but the demon’s lips were sealed. No matter what Darach said, the demon acted like Darach didn’t even exist, or as if Darach were a pest under his boot.

Darach had never met someone so stubborn.

Normally, he would just give a look to anyone to make their mouth open, but with this frustrating demon, Darach hadn’t even been able to know her name, let alone any other information.

Hell! Darach didn’t even know his own mate’s name. He made a mental note of changing that as soon as possible.

“If you don’t know where she is, then can you tell me where I should wait for her?” Darach asked again.

Darach didn’t know where she lived, but the house he had woken up in was covered in her scent. Either she went there often, or maybe she lived there.

Darach hadn’t told the demon that