Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
My attention snaps toward the left of the room, where Knight and Sinner laugh with a gang of girls, and ice fills my veins, stinging my skin like frostbite.
The feeling so potent, my eyes snap down, and I frown at the gleaming wave of blue hues coming from beneath my skin.
I quickly fling my arms behind my back, my gaze flying around as I take a deep breath.
Well, that’s … new.
London.
I gasp, my muscles locking when a hushed voice enters my mind. I stand silent, and just when I’ve convinced myself I imagined it, the intruder is back.
London, if you can hear me, you must listen. You need to run. Learn and leave.
My nerves spike to an all-time high, my hands flying to my head and holding it as I whip around, looking from right to left. From left to right.
“Who... who's—”
When I spot people staring at me, I snap my mouth shut, forcing myself to calm down.
I can’t freak out. Not here.
Not ever.
I have no reason to listen to a voice inside my head, especially when it’s likely Sinner playing his mind tricks, if not another Deveraux brother, but if it is one of them, their plan of freaking me out is going to backfire with the word choice.
Learn and leave. That’s what he said.
And he’s fucking right.
That is what I need.
Not to hide and cower, not drown in sorrow from all I've lost or simply try to survive. I need to learn how to.
I’m not giftless. I have gifts... I’m just not so sure what they are, but that doesn't even matter yet. I need to learn the basics, all the things the rest of the people my age learned a decade ago. The things I was learning before I made a mistake and killed Temperance and was ripped from my home and tossed in a new one. If I had learned faster then, maybe she would still be alive.
Sadness falls over me, but I push it away. I can’t go back, but I can use the time I’m forced to be here to my advantage.
Just like that, I decide.
I’m going to learn and then I’m going to shock the shit out of the Deverauxs.
Fake laughter burns my ears as I narrow my gaze on the damn vamp who’s no longer temporarily dead on the floor but has made her way back to Knight’s side with the rest of his whores.
Alex fucking Kova being one of them.
Last time I saw her she was naked on top of my best friend, eating away his energy to power her own. These people, they think they can do whatever they want. They take when they want. Touch when they want.
Kill when they want...
Rage burns deep in my chest and I welcome the pain.
“Fuck it. Might as well.”
With my head held high and a face as blank as ever, I head right for them, reminding myself over and over that fear is a human trait and at the end of the day… I am not human.
Ironically, it’s a terrifying thought, but it’s also empowering because I’m not fucking human.
I’m more.
Just like that, the tension rolls off my shoulders in weightless waves.
My lips pull up on one side and I no longer give two fucks if this ridiculous dress stays in place or if my pussy is out for all to see. I’ve never been modest and I sure as fuck won’t start being so in a place that sees sex as a casual greeting.
Knight senses me after the first step I take, and yeah, maybe I did attempt to reach for the bond that lays frayed between us, but he pretends he doesn't until he can no longer ignore me.
Until I’m all he can focus on, and his head is forced to face this way.
His eyes narrow, but he remembers he doesn’t give a fuck and paints his face blank just as fast.
Snagging a crystal flute full of swirling glitter, I toss back the weird-ass liquid without caring what it is. I step right up to the group, and with speed I didn’t know I had, I snap the bottom off the glass, slicing it across my open palm, and then drive it into that bitch Alex’s neck, swiping my blood over her cheek along the way so my scent is mixed with hers.
Blood spurts wildly, and I step back, laughing as the bitchy vamp’s eyes become framed in deep red veins, her fangs descending and sinking into Alex’s flesh. People shout, spells are thrown, but it’s too late and everyone knows it— the vamp is lost to blood lust.
The bitch must be put down.
Knight’s the one who jerks forward, his entire hand disappearing into the brunette’s chest, coming up with her black heart in his hand after he tore it from her body.
For the second time tonight, the vamp slumps to the floor and this time, she won’t be getting up.