Page 23 of Her Blood Revenge

She wipes her tears before they can fall and swallows before she speaks.

‘Do we still have the blood grimoire?’ she asks.

‘Why?’ I ask, feeling Dorian and Archie’s cautious gaze flick between her and me. ‘No good will come from it.’

‘I just want to know if it’s still here or if it is with Neve.’

I look around to make sure no spies are lurking anywhere. ‘It’s here, safe and hidden, and not for you.’

‘The earth grimoire?’ she asks.

‘Gone.’

‘My coven has it?’ She asks. ‘After they attacked the castle and set it on fire, they took it. Do they still have it?’

‘Perhaps. But we think it’s more likely that Cole has it.’

Her shoulders rise and fall as she takes a calming breath.

‘How is Thalia?’ she asks without looking at any of us. ‘Is she still alive?’

‘She is,’ I inform her. ‘In the cells.A friend has been taking care of her.’

I wanted to kill the bitch. Just end the traitorous whore as Pixie slept. Say she didn’t survive us ripping out her tongue. But the list of reasons for Pixie to hate us was long enough already, and I didn’t want to add to it.

I’m getting soft.

‘Good,’ she says, her voice suddenly cold and hard again. ‘Leave her there to rot.’ She looks back at me. ‘I want my fucking snake, Dream Walker. A deal is a deal.’ And with that, she hops out the window and slowly saunters across the grounds.

‘You think she’s gonna run?’ Archie asks, watching her every move.

‘No. I don’t,’ I answer. Pixie stops, and her shoulders slump as her bare feet sink into the earth. ‘She has nowhere to go, and she knows it. She’s pissed off and upset. Not suicidal.’

She glances back at us.

‘I think she’ll get over this quickly,’ he says.

‘She’s not even referring to us by name,’ Dorian reminds him.

‘Yeah, but at least she’s speaking to us. She’ll be riding our dicks in no time.’

Archie gives her a little wave and blows her a kiss.

She returns his gesture by holding up her middle finger with a smirk.

‘Maybe not,’ he adds, lowering his hand. ‘Do you think she’ll kill us in our sleep?’

She sinks her vulgar gesture between her robe and between her legs, sliding it inside her and then sucking it clean. Shethen sits, palms down, as she connects to the magic below her.

‘That was hot, no?’ Archie asks, looking between us. ‘Should I be turned on by that?’

‘You were turned on by her pissing on a dying man,’ Dorian reminds him.

‘True. Fuck, I hope she does that again.’

‘I’m sure she’d happily oblige if any one of us volunteered,’ I sigh, turning away from her. ‘Watch her, Dorian. And Archie, just… carry on doing whatever the fuck it is you’re doing and stay out of trouble.’

I head to the door.

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