Doing It To Death by Kaia Bennett

Author:Kaia Bennett
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-05-03T22:00:00+00:00

22

I’d meant for the forty-minute walk to Father’s SoHo penthouse to clear my head. The cool morning air, mixed with exhaust fumes, slush, and the rush of mindless prey did nothing to mute my haunted mind.

Evie’s powers were sharp as a blade, but the blade cut both ways. She didn’t have the juice to make up an entire human being to hurt me, and even if she did, she wouldn’t.

Am I talking about the same girl who trapped me in a vision of her drowning?

Maybe I gave her too much credit. She only quailed at hurting humans and innocents. I’d been on her shit list since the moment we met and she had plans to make me pay.

What were the odds my father had fallen for a witch, too, and just neglected to mention that for two and a half centuries? No, this had to be a bond witch exploiting an opening.

That doesn’t explain the vision we shared in the first rite. I saw my father’s brother. I saw my father take his brother’s life so he could take his place as ruler.

Had I been naïve to trust Masilda’s vision? My father wasn’t above killing family to stake a claim, but why would he hide the deed from me? A show of strength wouldn’t be something to hide or lie about. Only cowards had to lie and Metis Oldman wasn’t a coward.

I tromped through three inches of packed snow, my boots kicking up clumps with each step. The storm had dwindled to flurries, fat flakes melting in my hair and against my legs, where shredded denim bared my skin. Dad, a suit and tie guy, probably wouldn’t approve, but I gave zero fucks. I still had a month left of my free run and a lifetime to don cufflinks and loafers.

I entered my father’s building and strode across the glass lobby toward my reflection in the elevator doors. Stepping inside, I pressed ‘P’ and leaned against the railing. The numbers dinged from one, to eight, to penthouse, apprehension making the ride feel far too short. I took a deep breath, blew the air out of my lungs, and rolled the tension out of my shoulders before the doors opened and I stepped into my father’s ‘cozy’ safehouse. The ceilings stretched twenty-five feet into the air, while the floor-to-ceiling windows soaked in the dim light of the overcast morning.

Let’s get this shit over with.

I rounded the corner of the sleek industrial style first floor to find Cai pacing the sprawling dining area. The room was camouflage of course, the sort of form over function my kind had grown accustomed to since working with humans. Father might have meetings here, but I’d only ever seen him use the massive wooden table to lay out whimpering humans and paperwork.

He spoke on his phone to a booking agent. Sounded like he’d been tasked with making plans for my father’s to visit Asylum.

“Reservation for Oldman. Mm. A ten-course meal to start. He’ll want to visit the seventh level.

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