After the release of The Fallen One, Lucy, her Coven and the vampires must now stop the murders happening all over downtown. Meanwhile, secrets left unturned will be discovered, friendships will be put at stake, family bonds will be tested, and love...
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Searing pain.
That was all she had known for the past... how many weeks?
She didn't know. She didn't know how long she had been awake for, or even here, in this place.
This place? What was this place... ?
Ah, yes. Her family's house. Or what was left of it. The house, not her family. Her family was long gone. Right? Mother and Father were dead, her sisters were most likely dead as well. And her love. Gone, too.
Her baby... Where was her baby?
Sudden panic raised in her gut and the woman brought her hands up to her stomach, feeling it flat, empty of life.... No, she had given birth to her baby. The woman remembered it well. The painstakingly slow process, her body almost splitting in two and the rewarding light when she saw her baby girl in her arms.
But where was she? Had she died? Certainly a baby could not have survived without their mother, no? Her daughter would've needed her.
The imminent realization fell upon her shoulders and the woman whimpered in pain, crumbling in pain amidst the pool of misery that was her insignificant life at that moment. She had nothing. All had been taken away from her hands. Everyone...
'Not everyone.'
The rasping voice in her head alerted the woman and brought a trembling to her hands. Not everyone was dead?
'Why, no, dear.'
Lies... She had no one else. They had taken everything from her. The women from the Council, with their mighty powers and craving for blood. They had stripped her of everyone that the woman loved.
'What about your dear sister?'
The voice mocked her, an evident smile was upon those words. A mocking, cruel smile that seemed to thrive from her pain. But as the words sunk in her mind, the weeping woman became hot with fury.
Ah, but the voice was right, no? Her dearest sister, her other half. The one she had shared a womb with, that the woman had loved from the moment they had been created. The dearest sister that had betrayed her when she placed the woman in that hellish purgatory.
How could she have done that? Why? Did her sister not love her? Why had she locked her up amidst the darkness for so long, if she did?
The woman sunk deeper into her misery, the pool of darkness underneath her slumping body reflecting her porcelain face, the golden eyes that were rimmed red and flooded with tears. She cried, the pain increasing ever so slightly.
