Beloved Lady Mistress by D Jordan Redhawk

Author:D Jordan Redhawk [Redhawk, D Jordan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Gay & Lesbian
ISBN: 9781594932946
Publisher: Bella Books
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

“Sañar.”

Looking up from her late brunch, Bertrada Nijmege glanced at the interruption. One of the servants stood at her elbow, a tray in one hand. The item on it seemed incongruous with the surroundings of her dining room, which duplicated Victorian splendor to the finest detail.

Her scowl served to enhance her bird of prey features as she set her knife and fork aside to take the cellular phone. Needing no order to leave, the servant whisked away, closing the door quietly behind him.

“Hello?”

“It’s her.”

Bertrada sat forward in her chair, eyes sharpening. “You’re certain?”

“Yes. There’s no doubt.”

She slumped against the back of her chair, closing her eyes for a moment. The bitch is back. A distant part of her chortled at hearing the old pop song, doubting it had been written for such an occasion.

“Sañar?”

Bertrada’s eyes opened, not seeing the room before her. Instead, the old Agrun Nam hall hovered in her vision, the one that none of them had set foot in since Elisibet’s death. Faintly, she heard the echoes of her beloved’s screams as the flesh was stripped from his body before them, heard the questions put to him in that detestable honeyed voice.

“Sañar, are you still there?”

“Does she remember?”

There was a pause. “I’m not certain.”

“Do you think she’ll develop any memory?”

“Again, it’s uncertain. That she’s even returning is unheard of. We’re not aware of anyone who has.” The caller stopped talking for another few moments. “It could be that she won’t become the Sweet Butcher again.”

Bertrada’s eyes hardened. “Regardless, she’ll pay for her crimes if I have to kill her every time she bloody well shows up.”

“Yes, Sañar.”

She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her beaky nose. “How long before you’ll know for certain?”

“Unknown. Ki’an Gasan Margaurethe has made things… difficult.”

“Margaurethe.” Bertrada cursed. “She’ll be trouble.”

“I know, Sañar. I’ve a few ideas on how to keep her occupied.”

“Good. Implement them. As soon as you can, bring this...person before the Agrun Nam. We’ll take it from there.”

“We, Sañar?”

“Who my allies are does not concern you.” Bertrada’s voice sounded furry with rage. “Don’t overstep yourself.”

“Yes, Sañar.”

She suppressed her fury, knuckles white on the phone. “Call me when you have further information.” Hitting the disconnect button, she forced herself to set the phone gently on the table rather than throw it across the room. Her teeth had extended during the conversation, and she wished she could see the Sweet Butcher now, taste her flesh and blood as she tore Elisibet’s throat out.

Time ticked past as Bertrada regained control of her emotions, her breathing coming easier. Inhaling deeply, she let the last vestiges of her wrath fade away. Soon. Thwarted by the Agrun Nam, her personal revenge had been put aside for the expediency of Valmont’s solution. It would not happen again.

“I will have you, Elisibet.”

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