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brid.”
I caught a glimpse of Deacon’s expression and instantly identified it as one of understanding. At my side, Dina made the smallest of sounds. It prompted me to glance her way and as I did I heard her whisper.
“There’s no way he’s okay with what they did. That ain’t the Deacon I know…”
Dina’s uncertainty was just as troubling as what Deacon said next.
“I been around awhile, seen a thing or two, and I can’t help but notice that this plan of hers, the one that ended with six of my people d**d, was a bit rash. Correct me if I’m wrong, but a powerful witch that’s been planning this for as long as your Mistress has wouldn’t concoct a last-minute plan to storm the most powerful Alpha in the world’s pack if it weren’t important, right?”
“Right.” Ember replied after several seconds, forcing the word through gritted teeth.
“Now, why is that?” Deacon pondered, tapping his chin. “What was so important that your Mistress strayed from her master plan and did something this poorly thought out?
I didn’t realize I was holding my breath, counting the seconds that ticked by as I waited for one of the witches to answer, until I began to see spots freckle my vision. I’d been so tuned into the three of them that I barely registered the slight tickle I felt against my ankle.
A quick wave of revulsion had me nudging the rat that grazed me away without looking down. I’d seen more than a few scurrying about and super- healing or no, I wasn’t looking to get bitten.
“She’s coming into her power faster than our Mistress has anticipated, even with the hurdles we’ve thrown in her way. If she learns to master it before the spell is completed, all will be lost.” The second witch said, hovering behind Ember who looked seconds away from burning the place down.
Deacon cocked his head, but his expression was obscured. “You mean her power with the shadows?
Or are you talking about her witchy side?”
The same rodent, or perhaps it was a different one, brushed up against me a second time. Once again, without looking down, I kicked it away. I added some extra oomph, silently telling the d**n thing to scram. Breyona was the one petrified by all things creepy and crawly, but that didn’t mean I was fond of the beady-eyed cretins.
Something about Deacon’s question made Ember sneer. Her expression was entirely visible through the slats in the shelving, and full of so much mirth I wondered if she’d actually burst into flame.
“That witchy side of hers possesses power our kind hasn’t seen in centuries.” She snarled and took a step towards Deacon, stopping only when her companion placed a hand on her shoulder. “It could unravel us all should she ever learn the true extent of it. We’ve done our part to keep the truth from her hands. We’ve snuffed out two wolves she sent searching for information. Unfortunately, they couldn’t be used as sacrifices, but their deaths still have purpose. From what our spies tell us, she’s unaware they’re no longer on mission. Now, you do your part. Gather the Vampire’s, name yourself their leader and when the spell is complete and the tri-brid is ours, our Mistress will reward you with the title of
Vampire King. What do you say, Deacon?”
I couldn’t focus on the part about my power and it’s potential. It didn’t matter if it was the answer we’d all been waiting for, the solution to stopping the witches that were on the pathway to taking over the world. Those words were stored away, waiting to be analyzed while I dissected the rest of Ember’s statement.
The witches had k****d two werewolves sent out to find information on my lineage -on my magic. Not only did I have to make it out of this place alive, but now I had to find a way to tell my best-friend that her parents were m******d, that she was now an orphan. I had to physically hold back the tears and push away the memories of afternoons on Breyona’s front porch, chatting with her mom while her dad backed into the driveway.
Now wasn’t the time to mourn or to blame. There would be plenty of opportunities for that later once we made it out of this place.
If I hadn’t tuned in upon hearing Deacon’s low, calculated laugh, I would’ve completely missed his response to Ember’s question.
The sound was both warm and rich, full of amusement, yet it carried a note of trouble I couldn’t help but notice. When he stopped laughing, the warehouse fell uncomfortably silent.
“I know how this ends.” He rumbled, “I won’t be King to a bunch of corpses.”
I swore I watched the mask of civility Ember wore shatter, cracking halfway up her face to reveal eyes flaming with malice and cruelty.
She didn’t sound the least bit sorry when she said, “What a pity, truly. Our mistress will be disappointed. I, on the other hand, will enjoy adding you to the corpses you refuse to rule over.”
Deacon took a step forward, his fists clenched. “I’d like to see you try, girl.”
Ember was moments away from charging when the second witch placed a hand on her shoulder and whispered in her ear. Straining my ears, I began to hear what she was saying, but then another d**n rodent brushed against my ankle, all but shattering my concentration. Biting back a snarl, I looked away from the witches, and craned my head downwards.
I was about to lash out and grab the thing when I realized it wasn’t rodents like I’d thought it had been.
It was vines.
There were dozens of them creeping and crawling throughout the stacks, inching their way throughout the warehouse. One had been trying to wrap itself around my ankle, but now began to slither towards
Tristan instead.
“Tristan…” I whispered, digging my nails into his forearm until he turned to look.
He and Dina noticed at the same time. The Vampire we were hiding with cursed under her breath and crushed one under the heel of her boot. As we inched closer to the end of the row to put some distance between us and them, I had another semi-clear view of the witches.
Ember was smiling now, widely and with complete joy. She glanced at Deacon and waved her hand dismissively.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get to that shortly, after you’ve introduced us to your guests.” She said, then raised her voice so that every word was crystal clear as it filled the ground floor of the warehouse. “Hello there, Daisy. Why don’t you and your friends come out of your little hiding spot and talk to us? Our
Mistress is just d***g to meet you.”
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“Oh, Daisy.” Ember sang, “Why don’t you come out before I start losing my patience? Wouldn’t you rather walk out with dignity than have Tessa here use her vines to drag you out by your ankles? We’ll even let your little friends go…so long as you don’t put up a fight.”
“Daisy, did I not tell you to get the h**l out of here?” Deacon rumbled, cursing under his breath.
Ember turned her attention to the hulking Vampire that had spoken and smiled dryly.
“Deacon, you never planned on accepting our offer, did you?” She tutted, eyes flaming with vicious excitement. “I’ll admit, as much as your loyalty would’ve made things easier, I’d much rather watch you all b**n.”
As the air around her began to shimmer with heatwaves, I had one thought.
We needed to get the h**l out of here, right now.
No sooner than the statement had crossed my mind, the exit doors just a few rows behind us were torn open. Blasted so hard by a gust of wind, they slammed into the walls on either side. The deafening clatter echoed throughout the entire warehouse, while the scent of crisp air filled my nostrils.
“Really, you’re going to take the cowards way out and run?” Ember scoffed, sounding truly disappointed. “I have no intentions on chasing you, but Tessa here, she’s more than ready for a rematch.”
“Tell Bridgette the truth about what happened to me, Daisy. She deserves that much.” Deacon grunted.
Dina shouted before I could, her voice even more vicious than Ember’s. “Don’t you dare, Deacon!”
Deacon then barked. “Now get the f**k out of here!”
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