A Game of Love and Betrayal: a Vampire Enemies to Lovers Fantasy Romance (The Choosing Chronicles Book 1) by Elayna R. Gallea

Author:Elayna R. Gallea [Gallea, Elayna R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: 2024-03-07T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 20

Retribution Would Be Hers

Ever since her phone call with Zanri two days ago, Brynleigh had replayed rule number ten through her mind until it was the only thing she heard. He was right. Losing was not an option.

Last night, under the cover of darkness, the participants of the Choosing had returned to Golden City. During the journey, Matron Lilith had explained that while they’d been in the north, the unrest in the Central Region had continued. As a result, the guard around the participants would be doubled. Other measures were being put in place, precautions to ensure everyone’s safety.

Even now, a soldier was stationed outside Brynleigh’s room. The vampire sat on her bed, brushing her hair and wondering what would happen if she dismissed him. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate his effort—she did. She’d be lying if she said the rebel activities weren’t worrisome.

It was just that Brynleigh was antsy. Between everything going on with Ryker and the soldiers’ presence, she couldn’t find peace. Her fangs ached, and despite having imbibed in multiple pints of blood since returning to Golden City, she was starving.

Something was missing from her life, and she couldn’t figure out what it was.

She wanted the guard to leave because she was itching for a fight. She would find Valentina, except getting kicked out of the Choosing hours before the Masked Ball seemed ridiculous. She’d done all the work to get here. Fighting that fiery bitch wasn’t in the cards, but if a rebel showed up, Brynleigh would gladly take them on.

Someone knocked on the door.

Brynleigh’s brow arched. What were the chances a rebel stood on the other side, serving themselves up on a silver platter? Slim, probably, but a vampire could hope.

Placing the hairbrush on the bed, she strode to the door and cracked it open. “Yes?”

Unless the rebels were in the habit of recruiting young elves with bright red hair and luminescent smiles, this wasn’t one of them. The girl looked like she was in her late teens, not yet Mature, and she extended a long black garment bag in Brynleigh’s direction. In her other hand, she held a smaller gift bag. “I’ve brought your gown, Miss de la Point.”

Traditionally, in the Choosing, a woman’s parents picked out her gown for the Masked Ball. Since Brynleigh’s family was dead, she assumed her Maker had filled the role for her.

Thanking the elf, Brynleigh took both bags and let the door slip shut behind her. She returned to the bed and began unpacking her Maker’s gift.

When Brynleigh saw the dress, she let out a low whistle of appreciation. This was, without a doubt, the finest gown Brynleigh had ever worn. This was the kind of dress most women admired from afar, and very few had the chance to wear.

It was stunning, perfect for a proposal, and…

Her family wasn’t here tonight.

A tear lined the bottom of Brynleigh’s eye. Her sister would have loved this dress. Sarai had always been interested in clothes and sewing in particular.

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