Bitten Beauty (The Deadly Beauties Live On 3)

MASTER

“We still have the Lokie,” my visionary reminds me, trying to calm me down before I implode. Or shatter his skull.

“He’s a fifth generation born in this breathing plane. His powers are as wa

tered down as his weak bloodline. He’s not strong enough for what I want. I need the royal blood.”

Things scatter against the far side of the wall, and I try to rein in my temper. I’m surrounded by fools. Arrogant, stupid, useless fools. Morgana couldn’t even seduce a weak, pathetic excuse for a night stalker.

“We were this close!” I yell, pinching my fingers together in demonstration. “Centuries of planning, and then they free the slave rings when we had everything in our grasp.”

He swallows hard, watching me with wary eyes.

“On top of all the other failures, an entire arsenal of anointed weapons are under our noses, and no one gets them?”

The visionary bows his head. “They had them locked under impenetrable seals. I never saw them until the seals lifted. By then, the king’s men were already on a quest to destroy them. Our men would have just been killed or captured.”

Regaining my composure, I smooth the wrinkles of my robe. “No matter. We may not need the Gemini or the Princess. While they were busy playing with the damned anointed, we collected the last of the circle. All the firsts are once again in our possession, and I can taste their power from here. It may be enough.”

My eyes fall on the mirror to see the Aquarius who is chained to the wall. It was hard to find him, considering he was still faking his death. Fools. They should know the history of an Aquarius better. No anointed can kill one.

The best part about that little war between the princess and the anointed is the fact the female Aquarius had a father rushing to save her from the big bad wolf who wanted her dead. Figuratively speaking.

Made it easy enough to pluck him right up without anyone even noticing. Mortals are weak. Their emotions rule them. They also get them killed.

I wave my hand over the mirror, and the view turns into my reflection instead of showing me my latest piece of the puzzle.

“You know doing this before we’re ready could end in disaster,” my visionary cautions, but the abrasive words irritate me more than anything.

“If you’d do your job, I wouldn’t be forced to take chances. We only have a limited timeframe for this to work. I’m not waiting another century for the stars to align. By then, these mongrels will have pieced together the puzzle, and we’ll be looking over our shoulders for them. It’s a risk we’ll have to take.”

“And if it all goes to hell?”

A smile curls my lips. “Then we’ll at least get to watch this world burn.”

The End.