Chapter 49 Oona
forty-nine
Oona
Revenge is sweet.
My blood pumps a heady rhythm under my skin. I stare down at the small human woman on the floor of my grand foyer. She doesn’t fit. She’s beneath me, so small and frail.
That’s it. The only humans allowed within my private housing are slaves.
She is an abomination.
“What should we do with her?” Oriel’s voice is hushed, afraid to wake the tiny beast.
Osear has no qualms with waking her, nudging his booted foot against her stomach. She lets out a small groan.
“Wrath,” I call. He will take care of her. He always takes care of anything I need. When I hear his footsteps behind me, I tell him what is required. “Take this child to the dungeons. I will not have her sullying my marble floors.”
“Yes, my Goddess,” he lilts. His significant form moves before us, those beautifully dark wings stretching wide.
“After you dispose of that, you are required in my bedroom.”
He nods his head, carefully lifting the human. My heart does a strange gallop at the sight of her in his arms. I don’t like it. I want to strangle her, but that thing is my leverage, and I will finally have what is mine.
To be continued…