The Death of Daisi by Annette Moncheri

Author:Annette Moncheri [Moncheri, Annette]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-10-24T05:00:00+00:00

9

To my delight, I caught Amitée alone in the powder room. When she recognized me, she shot me a look of utter disgust. “You absolute salope. Oh, I could kill you.”

I ignored the vulgar insult. “Kill me? Like you killed Daisi?” I didn’t really suspect her, but it was a good opening move.

“I didn’t!” she shrieked, and she flailed her fists at me, but weakly compared to the first time she had attacked me.

I caught her wrists in my hands and held them too tightly for her to break away. I stared into her eyes and invoked my full pouvoir. “Confess everything to me right now.”

“I did nothing to Daisi,” she insisted, and she began to weep. “I didn’t want her to die. I liked her.”

“Good,” I said. “Go on.”

Just then, another lady entered the powder room and gave us a curious look; I lowered Amitée’s arms and loosened my grip. “Let’s go to your room upstairs and talk about it.”

A few moments later, she sat on her bed, gazing up at me without resistance, finally beneath my sway.

“Do you think Satine might have killed Daisi out of jealousy?” I asked.

“She’s not smart enough to have come up with such a plan,” Amitée said. “She’s so vacant, one would think she’s missing half her brain.”

I grimaced. “Who do you suspect of killing Daisi then?”

“Blayne,” she said. “He was going to marry her.”

My eyes widened. “Vraiment? He showed no grief at her death.”

“Exactly! He was going to ask her to marry him, and now he doesn’t even care that she’s dead. He’s a monster.”

“But why would he have done it?”

“I don’t know. All I know is that they broke up and Daisi was very upset. I don’t get myself involved in their nonsense. I have better things to do with my life.”

She looked self-satisfied, even smug, and I shook my head. I doubted very much that she had anything of value going on in her life. If she did, she wouldn’t need to seek attention the way she did.

I thought I had learned all I could now. So it was time to address other points. I gathered my energy for what would surely be a frustrating conversation. Had she been anyone else, I might have simply taken her for my next victim—but she was Anaelle’s sister… and as far as I knew, she had never killed anyone. I had to hold out hope for rehabilitation.

“Amitée, you lie. You lie to make others look bad and to try to make yourself look better. Don’t you realize this backfires? Lying only makes you look worse.”

“I don’t lie,” she said angrily. “Other people lie all the time.”

“You lie.” I fixed her with an intent glare and all my hypnotic power. “You lie, and you try to harm others. You care nothing for the feelings of other people.”

“Why should I care for them when no one cares at all for me? Everyone is out for themselves. They’ll use me in a moment.”

“You’re describing yourself,” I said firmly.

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