Chapter 43
Chapter forty-three
Saiden
Regardless of what car got him there, it would still take an agonizing three and a half hours to reach Sacramento and even longer to establish a plan once he reached the warehouse and did recon.
“She rests in the indomitable city with the many headed monster.”
It was all Donna gave him. All she’d been compelled to give him, more likely.
It had become clear to Saiden that Bianca had never intended to kill him at the compound.
She only wanted Cora. Then she escaped back into hiding so they could play out the final scene in her lair.
The whole setup felt just like one of his mate’s beloved horror films, and for the first time ever, Saiden wished he’d paid attention to them.
Bianca’s trap was laid bare, just waiting for him to walk right in.
Not that he cared about whatever twisted scenario she’d devised. He wasn’t living past Sunday morning anyway. So long as he took Bianca down with him, that was all that mattered.
And he would take Bianca down. She could throw anything at him, and it wouldn’t make a difference. One way or another, Bianca was dying a permanent death in that warehouse.
His only regret was not saying goodbye to Cora.
He’d snuck by her room only to see her crying on the floor with Raven trying to comfort her.
It killed him to see his love like that.
To see his mate in so much pain yet unable to help.
He would endure any level of creative and painful torture she could think up if it just meant he could take her suffering away.
But he had nothing to offer her except revenge.
Violence, pain, and death were all he could ever offer anyone.
He’d been a fool to think otherwise, to imagine a life filled with love and laughter with Cora at his side.
A na?ve dream for someone like him. Someone who had taken so many lives.
Unstable and violent rogues every one of them, but it was murder all the same.
He was a reaper, a monster, and there would be no happily ever after.
Pushing the pedal down even further, Saiden coaxed the car up to 140 mph.
He should have died with the rest of his kin a long time ago. Fate had saved him back then, but it was always going to end this way. He’d known that fate would come back for him eventually.
You couldn’t dance with death on a daily basis and not get your toes stepped on sooner or later.
It was the right ending for him. The kind Cora would have written. The monster goes up in flames. Inevitable, really.
He watched the speedometer tick up to 145 mph.
Best not to keep fate waiting.