Poison's Kiss (Deadly Beauties 2)

"Whose name?"

"The witch they slaughtered."

"Oh. It was Sylvia. The most tragic part of it all, she wasn't even the witch they thought she was. At most, she would have been as strong as a medium-level light user."

"What?" I gasp.

"Unfortunately it's true. They later traced her bloodlines to learn that it wasn't her. They only thought she was the child from the lost daughter of Estella. The light secretly wanted to keep her safe in case the lost child of Dragona and Damon came to power one day."

My head is hurting again for a whole new set of reasons.

"Estella? Dragona? Damon?"

"They really don't teach you much about tragic history, do they?" Gage asks while kissing the side of my head.

"That's another story for another time. We need to focus on the witch who is after you and Kane, and then we'll go back to the light alliance connected to Isolis," Dray continues, his paternal tone ringing out.

"So, do I at least get to stay in the house now?" Dice asks, his old English accent becoming more pronounced.

Everyone chuckles lightly at that.

"Sure. I'll even let you have my room. I don't want to be in that bed anymore."

I shiver at how close I came to being touched by the hands of the night stalker still dead on my floor.

"What? What happened on the bed?" Kane and Gage both ask in unison.

Crap. I didn't mean to bring that part up.

"Nothing. He didn't do anything. It's just a creepy room with a creepy tale now. Dice got there before he could touch me."

"Fuck," Kane gripes before slapping the table.

"I'll get rid of our rotting corpses," Dray says while standing. "I've got the perfect dumping ground."

"I'm going to bed," Dice chimes in.

The room fills up with a black fog as Dray disappears, carrying Isolis's body with him. I don't know where Dice left the body of the dreamer, but I'm sure Dray will find it, too.

"I'm going to crash as well," Zee chirps, offering Kane a wink before heading up the stairs.

It's after three now. I'm tired, but now that I know my barricade isn't as safe as I once thought, I don't want to go to sleep.

"You can take my bed," Kane says softly. "I'll sleep on the couch."

"No. I'll stay on the couch," I sigh out while walking over to the stack of books Gage brought back from Drackus's.

They're all on spirits and rituals for calling spirits.

"Alyssa, take a bed. You can have either of ours," Gage grumbles while leaning up and resting his elbows on his knees.

"I'll be fine. I want to stay awake anyway. A bed will do me no good."

They both look so amazing, their eyes showing me their sincere concern. Kane stands and walks over to brush my hair from my face.

"Do you want to stay awake because you're scared? If so, I'll stay up and keep an eye out. A dreamer can't knock us out if we're awake. You can get some sleep."

A dreamer has nothing to do with it. Too much shit happens when my eyes are closed.