bryn n sinjin 02.5 - blood lust by h p mallory Read Free Book Online Page B

recesses of his vacant orbs. I forced my power to emerge and channeled it to combat any rebellion he might dare to put forth. His pupils responded instantly by blowing up again, their blackness swallowing his brown irises.
    “What did you do?” I repeated. I took a step back so I could address both of them again. I tapped my fingers on my lips and again had to force my anger to subside. “You took something that was not yours to take,” I answered abruptly. I had to remind myself to slow down and keep track of my emotions. “And the wounds you inflicted were deep.” I clapped my hands together and Will jumped in response. “I realize you two were not the only offenders and, of course, I understand that you had strict orders to obey, but that will not clear you of blame.”
    “Blame? For what?” Gus protested and I realized my hold over him was slipping again.
    “For assaulting the Lady Bryn, the queen’s sister,” I ground out, my jaw instantly tight. I lost the battle to control myself and unexpectedly leapt forward before wrapping my fingers around Gus’s neck. I threw him against the wall before lifting him until his feet were dangling. Will just stood there, watching and awaiting my next command. When I faced Gus again, I stared into his eyes and relinquished my control, canceling my superhuman power and authority. I wanted him to know exactly what was happening and why.
    He sputtered and clawed at my hands as he kicked his feet out. My fangs dug into my bottom lip and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before Gus attempted to use his Elemental magic against me. The time to strike was nigh.
    “You will die for your indecency to her,” I warned him. Without further ado, I sank my fangs into his neck and pulled down, thereby severing his carotid artery neatly as I did so. The taste of his blood in my mouth was disgusting, and I spat it out before I released him. He dropped to the floor, his blood spurting from his neck like an active volcano.
    I then turned my attention to Will, who remained motionless. “If there is disturbance in the camp, the general’s authority is weak,” I told him, quoting Sun Tzu; but Will simply stared at me, expressionless. I ordered him to approach Gus’s body which was now jerking as the last of his life’s blood flowed from him. I commanded Will to cover his fingers in Gus’s blood and write on the wall the one, single word which I knew would cause panic among the compound.
    Justice.
    Neither Betta nor I knew the identity of all the men who raped Bryn, but she was certain, however, that Gus and Will were the ones who stole Bryn’s virginity. The only other name supplied by Betta was that of Jack Jeffers, someone who was next on my list. Of course, I knew Luce was the ultimate orchestrator, the puppet master himself. It only seemed fitting that he would be my last victim.
    Approaching Will, I deftly wrapped my hands around his neck before snapping it as easily as if it were a dried twig. He dropped in a heap on the ground. Pulling out a handkerchief from my breast pocket, I wiped the blood from my face and then smoothed the creases from my shirtfront as I faced the front door and pondered my next move.
    Two down and two more to go.
     

SIX
    The power of persuasion was among one of my more impressive skills. There were, however, also some very simple things I could do to aid my abilities. While dressing in the clothing of one of the plonkers (read: idiots) I had just killed might not sound like a large feat, it allowed me to better convince anyone I came across that I was one of their own.
    The blue track trousers were an ankle too short and the matching blue shirt too tight in the biceps for my comfort, but both would have to do. If the very real chance that I came across someone eventuated, I wanted to look the part. While my identity would certainly be questioned up close, from far away I had the advantage. Especially with the darkness of the night on my side. When it