wasn’t sure how it worked with vampires or whether they had the same abilities I had, as Alpha. Being mated to Darcy enabled me to sneak inside her mind.
His eyelids popped open as a victorious smile erupted. That was the sign I’d been waiting for.
“ Did you sense her?”
“ Yep, and I know where she is.”
“ Where?” Daniel and I asked simultaneously.
“ I’ll explain on the way. And if I’m right, there’s not a second to lose!”
Chapter Four
Amber
Stepping over the lifeless body I just drained and dropped to the ground, I wiped away the beaded blood at the corner of my mouth. “You’d think they’d have learned from the last time we were here. Idiots.”
“ It’s all part of the arrogance,” Helena agreed, scorn dripping from her words. Her face showed the disdain she felt from the destruction we’d wreaked. In the brief time we’d been here at the vortex, the body count was absolute. No one was left standing and the hunger I’d felt tugging at me since waking was fully and gloriously satiated.
The last few fools I’d killed had been simply for pure enjoyment.
My mother had always drilled into me, ‘Waste not, want not’ when I was a child. Looking around at my handiwork, I would’ve made her proud. She couldn’t have accused me of being disobedient because I sure as hell didn’t waste this opportunity to give in to my violent tendencies.
“ Should I destroy the security footage?” Cameras watched us from their high vantage points, silently recording everything.
“ No, this time let them witness their impending downfall.” By them, Helena meant the Council and Enforcers.
Shrugging, I was fine with having everything out in the open. All this slinking around in secret, not able to show the world what I was capable of, was exhausting. Staring straight at the camera positioned on the wall near me, I waved, smirking proudly. “Poor bastards won’t know what hit them. It’s been fun watching them scramble to understand what’s happening and make sense of the sudden outbreak of crime.”
It had been hard not to openly gloat at the recent council meeting and acknowledge the handiwork displayed in the photos Devlin passed around as mine. I wasn’t naturally a killer, but it had come remarkably easy. I thought I’d need to bury my emotions and conscience, but it was the opposite.
The fury that always seemed to boil just below the surface, combined with the belief that I was destined for greater things, actually helped fuel my actions. It gave each death meaning—the necessary steppingstones to a higher purpose.
I’d kill a million people if it meant that Mason was that much closer to being mine.
After today, he would be.
Besides, it was something I was good at—and who was I to ignore a god-given talent?
Helena smiled. “All those years of pretending I was one of them. It’ll make it all worth it.”
It still surprised me just how much the twisted witch and I had in common. We’d wanted to be good—once upon a time—yearning to be accepted by those we admired and loved. Her story was similar to mine. She’d been rejected and cast aside by someone she’d wanted more than life itself. Someone in power had seduced Helena and, as soon as he had his fill of her, he’d tossed her to the curb for someone else. It had taught her that all men were liars and the cruelest of betrayers. She’d vowed, that heartbreaking moment, to never allow anyone to make her that vulnerable again. Taking the lessons learned, she’d embraced the only thing that mattered—her ambition. Studying in private, Helena had gleaned a deep well of magical power, stockpiling it for the day she’d finally come into her own and rise above her inferiors.
She worked for the one she called “Master”, because he was her ticket to greatness.
I followed her because, alone, I’d exhausted my own resources. It didn’t matter how I reached my goal, at this point, as long as the