And now she finally has her revenge.I glanced at the gaping, Japanese woman. She was vaguely familiar. A warlock Desiree had killed decades ago. The w...oman watched in stunned horror at the ruined form of Brandon. She would be Emi, Brandon's queen, a vile woman.Up the steps to the palace, Master and Mistress walked arm in arm, followed by a train of the sluts and maids. Bodyguards rushed ahead, led by Chasity in her silver armor. It was so wonderful to see her again.“I present Brandon and his. When she asked Tess about it she said she liked to give the dogs some time off. Beth was not convinced. She suspected something fishy was going on and was determined to uncover it.The following Saturday Beth made a point of driving past the breeding farm. 10am there was nothing. 1pm still nothing. 5pm and there were cars in the carpark. “I knew it” she said out loud. Parking further up the road she cut through the bushes and crept up to the house. No sign of anyone. Circling around the house. In return for a small salary and a place to live and work, Levi’s brother Mikhael agreed to outfit the guard with weapons and armour if I provided the raw materials; when he wasn’t doing that, he was free to do private commissions. His work was exquisite, and like Wade who’d moved to Amaranthine, I knew he’d have no shortage of patrons. Numerous other Drydens were either merchants, bringing in the much-needed supplies, or working in the Keep itself.My quarters were a surprise, inside Soldier’s. She staggered and he caught her with a strong arm. Her head was slowing. Noises were slowing. He led her down a corridor flanked on both sides by deep velvet drapes when from a room opposite two people left and The Libertine stopped and took a sharp intake of breathe. Mme Rothschild walked towards them; the tail of her dress flowing behind her and walking next to her holding a champagne glass by the flute was Arabella. They spotted him late and Mme Rothschild—with her stag’s head that from.