Chapter 56 The （Real） Killer
The (Real) Killer
I FOLD MY COPY OF THE Argleton Gazette and place it on the table beside me as I watch Gideon and Arabella on stage, being swarmed by their friends and admirers. I raise my glass to my lips and take a long drink, relishing the taste.
I took too big a risk with Alyra, but Maisie Collins has come through for me once again.
Alyra Maythorn’s death is officially reported as accidental.
A fall. The Nevermore Coven will investigate, but they’ll never find out the truth.
I’m just too good. That’s how I can stand in this room with them, right under their noses, and they have no clue.
And the only person who knew I was the one pretending to sell the necklace was Sinead, and she won’t be blabbing my secrets anytime soon. I’m only sorry our plan didn’t work. I’d been looking forward to the surprise on Gideon Blake’s face when I slid my fangs into his skin.
I’ve killed two bad men. They deserved to die, and their blood has given me so much. They’re more valuable dead than they ever were in their wretched lives.
But Alyra has changed everything.
Now I have a new purpose. I think about the wine bottles stored in my home, each one carefully labelled after I drew them from the vampire’s dying body. A vampire’s blood. Each bottle holds magic that I can’t yet comprehend. I can’t believe no one else has ever discovered these properties before.
I take another sip.
Yes. It’s perfect.
But I’ll need more. Fresh, from the source.
The darker and more depraved the monster, the more they deserve the fate I have decreed for them.
Gideon Blake may be safe from me now, under Arabella’s watchful eye. Luckily for me, in Argleton, there are almost too many vampires behaving badly to choose from.
Soon, the night will belong to me.