Covet the Night by Rebecca Main

Author:Rebecca Main [Main, Rebecca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Via Graphia LLC

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wen strained to see where the source of the noise came from and, for a wistful moment, thought she imagined it. She softened incrementally as the room held its silence. She eyed the bloodied floor with a grimace; she hadn't imagined that. With no signs of foul play on her person, she breathed a sigh of relief and slipped the flask out from her waistband.

Gwen slipped off the tomb cautiously with her tapered candlestick in one hand and flask in the other.

Swaths of blood decorated the floor around the four tombs, suggesting a struggle that ended somewhere in the far corner of the room where the shadows seemed particularly dark and foreboding. This was part of the test. The Roux had been acting like overactive mother hens since the Cellar debacle. They wouldn't risk putting them in unnecessary danger. And if Madame Roux trusted the sorcerers enough to use them, then someone from the outside must have found their way in.

Avoiding the blood on nimble toes, Gwen kept a tight hold on her prize and a small source of light. She needed to get back to the Roux suites and alert them to—

She whipped around; her attention stolen by the same rumbled disturbance as before. Her pulse throbbed in every inch of her body as she stared into the black abyss. There was something in there. It could be one of the girls… or the sorcerers… or the thing that made this mess. Whatever it was, she wasn't sticking around to find out.

Gwen peeled her eyes away from the shadowed corner and toward the front of the room where they'd arrived. The wall-like door was cracked open. Bloodied footsteps traced a path out. She whimpered and forced herself forward before fear kept her locked in place with a dark something lurking in the corner. Maybe someone survived, she thought as she walked alongside the footprints. Or the murderer escaped.

She hoped she didn't find out.

The stone corridor had been awarded the same treatment as the hidden room. Only the sparsely lit passage told a more meaningful story. Red handprints marked a tragic journey along the wall accompanied by multiple footprints on the floor. There had been a fierce struggle here—and someone lost by the amount of blood spilled.

Gwen peered ahead to the upcoming corner. She had nothing to protect herself with save the element of surprise. Just great.

She pressed herself against the far wall and crept onward. She craned her neck forward as she neared, spying something out of place. It was a stick.

She paused. It wasn't a stick. It was a wand.

In one smooth stride, she was around the corner and staring at its owner.

"Oh God," Gwen breathed and rushed to the fallen sorcerer's side. Crouching, she set down her candlestick and reached out to him, stopping mere inches from his still body. What am I supposed to do? His body was slumped—almost toppled—over itself. Blood fled his abdomen, soaking through his tattered clothes and robe. A ruby halo pooled around him.

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