Immortal Dark by Tigest Girma

Author:Tigest Girma
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Young Adult, Vampires, Horror, Paranormal, Romance, Fantasy
ISBN: 9780316570381
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Published: 2024-09-03T04:00:00+00:00

At the next gathering of the 13th, the absence of Koril Qaros was the topic of conversation. Kidan stuck to the shadows, listening.

“Throwing a person from a tower feels a little performative, no?” a gorgeous dranaic with black lipstick said. “It seems like Qaros wanted the entire world to see. Quite odd for as private an act as murder.”

Her thin, mustached partner said, “Why would he want that?”

She shrugged a delicate shoulder. “Perhaps he loves the art of it, or he’s redirecting attention like a masterful play.”

“Redirecting attention?” Kidan said suddenly. “To what?”

The woman blinked her thick lashes. “To the tower, of course. A spotlight shone so every head would look up while the mastermind hid in the shadows.”

Another dranaic in an impressive burgundy suit responded, “But that’s what made Koril a suspect. He had no one to corroborate his whereabouts at the time of the girl’s death. It would have been more intelligent to neither hide in the shadows nor take up too much light.”

The woman flashed a beautiful set of teeth. “I do love your reasoning, Sacro.”

Sacro gave a little bow.

Kidan frowned. She didn’t like how they spoke about the matter without any empathy, but the cold assessment did raise a good question for her: Why did Koril make Ramyn’s death so public? Kidan saw no benefit in this.

At the front of the room, Tamol Ajtaf stood and fastened his golden button. “May I have your attention. I know this is a shock to all of us. Koril Qaros was a beloved member of our group. I assure you the proper investigations will be carried out. If any of you have personal concerns, please come see me.”

Kidan regarded his cool green eyes. He didn’t mourn Ramyn, not openly at least. Here he was again, calm and collected, without even a wrinkle in his suit, announcing that his sister’s murderer had been found.

Rufeal Makary came to stand near her. “They must really like you,” he said. “No one gets in here this quickly. Then again, you have it easy. Being the only heiress and all.”

Kidan fought not to move away. “Getting in doesn’t seem hard.”

His smile strained. “The rest of us born with fourteen cousins have always had to prove ourselves.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you think the 13th found my sister a life exchange out of the goodness of their hearts? I had many tasks to complete, including ours.”

Kidan’s neck prickled. “You don’t need to worry about Yusef. I got it.”

He raised a doubtful brow. “If he passes Quadrantism, I’ll have to deal with it. And you might not get your life exchange.”

He had a sickly determination to his eyes, a predator hunting for prey. She forced a nod.

On the other side of the room, Tamol slipped through a side door with a new member Kidan hadn’t seen before. House Delarus, for sure. Their sigil was red silk stitched into a rose, appropriate for the Fashion House.

“Out with the old, in with the new, as they say,” Rufeal continued. “The 13th love trading up.

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