Page 6 of The Cruelest Undead

God.

Vampyres were foul.

Granted, it wasn’t all his fault either.

No.

That was the problem when you necromanced someone back from the dead. They didn’t come back the way they should. They were just slightly unhinged.

He.

Was.

Off.

Sometimes, they would return all there, and sometimes, they were facsimiles of what they had once been. It was one of those things that you didn’t mess with because you couldn’t be sure.

Honestly, it was one hell of a crapshoot, but it was one she was willing to take.

For her, the bottom line was this.

This man died a horrible mess, so he came back one. There was no fixing that. Fate knew she could use that to her advantage.

Besides, it wasn’t her job to fix him. She wasn’t a miracle worker, now was she?

As he approached, she could smell the madness. Someone was missing a few screws.

Well, she’d work with what she had.

“Mistress,” he said, bowing his head as he stood before her.

FINALLY.

Someone who knew how to address her with the respect she deserved.

Yeah, this pleased Fate.

At least he understood his place. So few of the creatures rolling around this big, blue marble got that.

Because his madness didn’t scare her, she moved closer, so as to begin her master plan to destroy Rinnon and his family.

“Are you ready to be my weapon against Jolie Harcourte?” she asked, trying to keep that giddiness from her voice.

Oh, and it wasn’t easy.

Not.

At.

All.

He hissed low at the mention of her name.

That pleased her too.

Fate kept twisting the knife to rile up the monster before her.

“She and her husbands must pay, and that baby must never be born. Are we on the same page, pet?”