Too late, too late, too late.
That night, The Binding Mark had burned like a fucking fire. It blazed through her upon his death, and she’dfelther soul rip in two.
Emery had left this world, and he’d taken her half of her with him.
If only she’d been faster. If only she’d been able to get to him intime. Maybe they could’ve been happy. Maybe they could’ve lived in peace.
Instead, Representative Kyani had driven a stake into Emery’s beautiful heart and murdered him.
In return, Jelisette had killed the Representative and his family. It hadn’t brought Emery back, but it had momentarily made her feel better. In the Representative’s mansion, with their gilded picture frames and golden candelabras, she’d sworn her life’s mission: she would destroy the Representatives, no matter how long it took.
And then she went to work.
She wormed her way into the Black Night, and through the decades, she rose in their ranks. They weren’t small, nor were they particularly trusting, but Jelisette had time.
She had so much gods-damned time.
It was the only thing she had since Emery died.
Alone, alone, alone.
Jelisette was always fucking alone.
Emery had been hers. They’d understood each other. He’d been a deadly man, but he loved her. The two of them had been happy. They’d Bound together after Emery almost died from a werewolf attack, and then, they hunted criminals together.
But then he was murdered. Gone. And Jelisette’s progeny?Twice,she’d betrayed her.
It was time for Brynleigh to die.
Twisting the stake in her hand, Jelisette smiled. She knew Emery would approve of every single action she’d taken since his death. Ever since she’d seen him that night across Starless Lake, he’d been her biggest champion.
It was with his face in mind that she leaped across the table. His voice she heard as a war cry slipped from her lips.
Brynleigh scrambled out of the way as if that would save her from her Maker’s wrath.
Jelisette wasn’t too proud to admit that she’d made a mistake, letting her progeny live after she’d broken the rules the first time.That day, when Brynleigh showed up at her door, a ridiculously sentimental notion had entered Jelisette’s mind. Maybe this was her chance to have the daughter she’d never have.
She let Brynleigh live, and look where it got her.
Never fucking again.
Jelisette was destined to be alone forever.
The others would keep the captives secured until she was done here, and then she’d kill each man who’d participated in the Choosing.
Then, Jelisette would hunt. She’d find their families. Their loved ones. Their friends.
Anyone with ties to the Representatives would die until the entire upper class was wiped away from the land like the scourge they were.
And it would be good.
Jelisette flung out her hand, a swarm of shadows flying in her progeny’s direction. The girl screamed, and the sound was fucking music to Jelisette’s ears.
Somewhere in the room, that awful fae captain roared. He would die next.
But first, Jelisette would finish her progeny, once and for all.
A spark of something deliciously cruel came to life within the vampire, and she retracted her shadows. She wanted the fae to watch as she killed his wife.