Epilogue
Delanie
There was nothing worse than a happy ending.
Darkness pulsed through every fractured reflection in Lovett Manor as Delanie pressed her fingers to the window, watching through the reflection as the pair finally returned after months of traveling.
Charlotte and Nathaniel had no idea what was coming for them.
Soon, the Lovett men would be just like her. Their desire for revenge intensified daily, and their combined darkness infused into the bones of the house, and the two demons that had escaped lingered close by, awaiting her instruction.
Delanie glared at them as Nathaniel and Charlotte strode outside, hand-in-hand, to watch the sunset, his smile far too wide for her liking. He was just as evil as a demon. Their only difference was Delanie accepted who she was, whereas Nathaniel ran from the shadows of his desires, like a coward.
Together, with Delanie as the most powerful witch, and him as the first vampire, they could have had it all. No matter. One day soon, she was going to remind him just how similar they were.
Snorting, Delanie bared her teeth as she watched the relief washing over him as he watched the sunset for the first time in centuries, bathing in the rays that would weaken his abilities.
He had become foolish in his infatuation with the girl, his arms wrapped around her, watching the sun with unearned confidence.
They really believed they were safe, that their enemies were all vanquished.
Didn’t he know his sacrificial lamb was still bound for the slaughter?
Such a soft-hearted creature could never survive him.
Kindness was a trait found in the losing side and that girl was making him weak.
She’d even persuaded him to turn that dull servant of his into a vampire.
He used to choose only the strongest to be blessed with such power, and now he was letting any old thing become one of them.
Anticipation throbbed through her, excitement widening her grin as Delanie sensed the familiar, burning pull of her sigil pulling her toward the next person who had been hexed with the sigil of the Smiling Woman.
She left Lovett Manor, following the path of the hex to an old butcher’s shop in central London to find her victim, fingers diving into her golden curls, tears streaming from her brown eyes as she cried over the corpse of her brother, murdered by Nathaniel Sallow in retaliation of her betraying them.
Charlotte stupidly believed he allowed the witch to leave with no punishment, but Delanie knew his nature better. Nathaniel would never allow a traitor to leave unscathed and now she was primed for revenge.
Finally. Katherine Ellenwood. They were going to have so much fun together.