Lost Beauty (The Deadly Beauties Live On 4)

“Maybe not. Not if we can get one of the Gemini,” a man says as he enters the chambers, his eyes familiar.

He has the eyes of a visionary...

“You foresaw them being killed today. What happened?” the master demands.

“My forced v

isions are not always set in stone. You know this. There was a factor I was unprepared for. It is why I should never force the visions. Only the ones that come naturally are of any worth.”

“And those are fewer and fewer,” the master growls.

The visionary tenses, finding his value to be depreciating. Will he be killed if he fails to prove his worth?

“I saw the lycan’s blood that we needed to recomplete the circle,” he says, bowing. “I saw us retrieving her as well.”

He straightens back to his full height, and all eyes turn to Amy.

She hated this life. Hated being the monster she was forced to be. Unlike other lycans, she’s been unable to control her hunger. She walks the earth in misery, constantly hungry and angry. Rage stays simmering just under the surface, and the day was coming when she’d have to be killed.

Then she found Adam—her night stalker. They bonded, and she finally felt peace in her heart. Enough to surrender herself completely to him, giving him the love she thought would always belong to Kane.

The others teased him, never remembering his name. They called him whatever name they deemed fit, never fearing him in the least. It was a silly hazing. Adam seemed so harmless.

Until he shattered her heart with a betrayal no bonded should ever have to suffer.

The master nears, holding a glowing blue bottle of some kind, forcing Amy to struggle once again.

“How could you?” Amy whimpers, staring at the man she loved. The man she trusted with her life and the life of her adoptive family.

Adam stoops, smirking at her. “The reward was worth the sacrifice. I never wanted a bond with a lycan. My sire was killed too early. I loved her. She turned a child by mistake—the urge to sire too strong to resist. You know what happened to her?”

Amy glares at him, not responding.

“Ella killed her as punishment. That’s what happened. Imagine the luck that you bonded to me. So weak and eager, desperate to feel a connection.”

He runs his finger down her cheek, and tears heat her eyes as she jerks her head away.

“Are you quite done?” the master drawls, annoyed with the prolonged dialogue that continues to procrastinate with the lycan’s new purpose.

“I just want her to know one thing,” he tells the master before returning his sadistic, cold gaze to Amy. “Ella will be mine. I’ll drink her blood as she struggles in vain, fuck her as she screams for me to stop, and kill her as she pleads for her life, knowing I took every bit of dignity she had left,” Adam tells Amy.

She glares daggers at him. “Ella will shred you to pieces, and I’ll laugh from beyond the spirit planes. You’re too weak.” She spits the words out, the taste of bitterness there and strong.

“That’s why I made a blood oath deal. I deliver you if you’re ever needed, along with any information on the queen’s circle that I can provide, and I’m given the power to avenge my sire. They know how to do it, just like Gavin did to Zee.”

Amy hates him even more now, and fear etches up her throat. The others will trust him because she brought him into the group. He knows all their locations because she gave him too much information. It’s of little reprieve that she kept Alyssa’s pregnancy quiet from him.

Why had she? She didn’t know. It felt like a betrayal to include him in on that after being specifically asked not to. She’d held her silence.

But now she wished she’d never told him anything. If he got the power of Zee, he might have a chance of blindsiding Ella.

Tears fall harder, but Amy swallows back her pain, refusing to let them see the way the words have struck her soul with damnation and guilt. Adam smirks, delighting in her pain. She’d loved him, and all the while he’d hated her.

She’d unintentionally betrayed the ones she loved, all for a man who used her.

“Lycan, just so you know, this is really going to hurt,” the master says with wicked delight and a sadistic smile, as the cowardly night stalker holds his silence.

The master bends, and Amy tries to turn away when the bottle touches her lips. The master grabs Amy’s chin, gripping it tightly with more strength than Amy can fight. With a hard tug, the master jerks Amy’s face back to the position needed.