The useless one with half the power. That does me no good.
“And an anointed is dead? Don’t forget that infraction. She could have been vital to weeding them off, but you didn’t even know you had her in your grasp. One mistake after another.”
“No one knew there would be an anointed there! I only left because I was called back. I never even made it to the house. I was trying to locate the wolf!”
“The wolf you met at the party and didn’t even recognize?” my visionary drawls, leaning against the wall as he looks on the same useless waste I am.
“She looked nothing like the pictures. She was—”
“Just cleaner,” I interrupt, sighing sadly as I mull over a new replacement. I’m really getting sick of the damn queen and her minions. Yet she never seems to be around.
“Why is their precious queen absent so much right now?” I ask, deciding to give the dark user one last chance to be useful.
“She’s… She’s… I think she’s…” His head drops, which tells me he’s stalling because he has no clue.
Good. I’d rather see his blood than find a reason to spare him.
“And you can’t see anything?” I ask my visionary.
He takes a wary step back as though he’s afraid of enduring the same fate for being unhelpful.
“Not of them. Not of much. I catch glimpses, but not enough to work with. I sent men to track down the first night stalker we recreated after getting a glimpse of some familiar scenery he was at. But they came back with empty hands. He’d already fled. He’s not staying still.”
Sighing, I run my other hand over the tips of the dull claws.
“Why can’t you see them?” the dark user asks him, still stalling. Or perhaps he’s trying to point out my visionary’s shortcomings.
“Because they’re too powerful. Especially when clustered together. Their magic interferes with my own. Only one visionary was ever strong enough to see through blocks so fierce as that. And she’s no longer a threat. She’s also no longer of any use, because of you.”
Ah, yes. I love a good bitch fight. Unfortunately for the whining dark user, I’m also bored with this conversation.
“Morgana is our only option then. The night stalker shouldn’t be too hard to seduce. He seems to suffer from the hero complex, and he doesn’t have companionship. It’s the perfect job for her.”
The dark user’s shirt splits open with the flick of my wrist, and he struggles to move when he feels my invisible hold against him. My claws slide down his chest, moving tauntingly over his heart, before finding his ribs.
“Wh-what are you go-going to do?” he whimpers.
Smiling, I meet his eyes. “I’m going to carve out all your organs.” He screams in pain as the dull claws start to burrow into his flesh, and I add, “Starting with the ones you don’t need to live.”
End of Book 2.
Book 3, Bitten Beauty will be next.
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BOOK 3 – Bitten Beauty
Chapter 1
LEAH
“I’m not sure about this,” I say warily when I start to regret ever agreeing to feed Marilyn’s delusion.
“It’s just a club,” she says too casually.
My eyes flit around the room at all the people who are engaged in lusty role play. There are large, black and red velvety couches and chairs everywhere. The low lights cast a hazy glow on all the writhing bodies that might as well be moving things to a bedroom.