(THIRD BOOK in the Golden Girl Series)
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"Till death do you part?" The priest finishes off with.
"I do," I answer - knowing how ready I am to die with this man.
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You've been on Amber Marigold's journey since she arrived at Tygerwell. Now join...
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I failed... Today was supposed to be the day where I finally got rid of my cousin and claimed Sterling without any threats. But I failed...
Tik-tik-tik.
No. Kyle failed. I knew using Blake as a means to figure out the true location of Amber's wedding would be a mistake. That guy is as trustworthy as he is honest. Which is not at all. If only we decided to split our forces... But Amber knew us too well. She knew Kyle wasn't as good and honest as he claimed to be and she knew I wouldn't split our forces because I want to see her die in front of me. If I was okay with just her death, she would've been dead a long time ago, but no, I have to see it for myself. I don't want her getting raised from the dead again.
"Jane... Let's talk this through," Kyle sighs. He knows I want blood. I want Blake Bowmen's blood to spill and spill until there is nothing left.
Tik-tik-tik-tik-tik.
"There's nothing to discuss. You can keep him in East-wing's cells for the night, but I want him dead by sunrise," I explain. I'm quite firm about this.
Kyle leans back in his seat. We're currently in my private office where my co-leader is slumped in the expensive leather chair. My office is nothing like the one he has at his personal estate in the South. Where his office is littered with paint and paper, mine is minimalistic. Monotones of grey is all I have to offer with a glass desk and leather seats. I have various books on my shelves, but I don't really bother with reading them unless they're manuels. There's no point in indulging in fiction. A waste of time really.
"Jane... Blake did nothing wrong. He said it was at Isabella's and he was. The fault lays with me for not trusting him," Kyle explains - rubbing at his temples as though it could remove his current headache.
Tik-tik.
"You can deceive with the truth too, Kyle. It does not matter if Blake was honest. He conspired with my cousin and I told you that if I don't get blood on my hands today, I'm killing that brother of yours," I press.
"Blake can still be useful. I'm sure Amber wants him back..."
"SHE FUCKING SACRIFICED HIM, YOU IDIOT!" I yell. In a fit of rage, I push everything on my desk to the floor - papers flying and glass ornaments breaking. The ticking becomes unbearable. I breathe heavily while Kyle simply stares. "You and my cousin are much more alike than you think," I say a tad bit more calm, "You both claim to be noble, but you won't hesitate to play the game. At the end of the day, pawns are just pawns and as long as you win, it doesn't matter how many pieces you must sacrifice. I'm done with people underestimating my cousin. She can be just as ruthless as the rest of us and if she accepts that dark part of herself... If she sheds her kindness, Kyle... It will be us that have to run for our lives."
