Vengeance by Carrie Whitethorne & Z L Morris

Author:Carrie Whitethorne & Z L Morris [Whitethorne, Carrie & Morris, Z L]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-24T16:00:00+00:00

I knocked on the door I hadn’t visited in a long time and waited. It was lunchtime, so it wasn’t a guarantee she’d be in. To say I was relieved when I heard footsteps coming down the hallway before she answered was an understatement.

When the door opened, I took advantage of her shock and sized her up. She hadn’t changed a bit.

“You shouldn’t be here, Sorrel,” Hazel, my once closest cousin, greeted frostily.

I continued to watch her for a moment. Her eyes darted from my face to beyond my right shoulder, searching for signs of people having followed me. “I won’t be once you give me what’s rightfully mine.”

Her tongue swiped over her lips and she swallowed. “The Assembly…”

That very move told me all I needed to know—she was nervous I was here, and it wasn’t solely because of the Assembly. She had the same tell when we were kids.

“They tried to fucking kill me, Hazel. I won’t ask how you know about it, just let me in and I’ll be out of your way within the hour.”

Shoulders drooping, she fully opened the door. “You better come inside.”

I glanced over my shoulder before I followed her into the house, closing the door behind me and continuing through to the kitchen. I hadn’t been here since I was a small child, but very little had changed. The fireplace, the old oak table, even the dresser which held all kinds of lotions and potions, herbs and spices.

Though the house seemed familiar, it also felt foreign, so I remained in the doorway as Hazel took a box from the top of the dresser and opened it. She frowned down at the contents before meeting my gaze. “It was passed to me, my inheritance.”

“I know it’s all you have, Hazel, but it wasn’t hers to give. That aside, I’m the elder. Inheritance rights determine I get first refusal.”

“You…” She trailed off.

“I what?” I challenged. “I’m illegitimate and therefore an outcast? I’m not considered as being within the family circle and therefore not entitled to stake a claim on a family heirloom? Or have you another insult for me?”

She shrank, if that was possible, and mumbled, “Well, you know what she thought.”

“Yes, my grandmother had a lot of thoughts,” I snarked, finally stepping into the room and moving toward the dresser. Hazel watched me closely, gripping the box with both hands almost desperately.

“She couldn’t deny that I was naturally born, though, or why I was removed from the bosom of the family. She was the reason behind my mother’s flight to another continent, she owes me, and this is the first step toward my forgiveness of her. That knife belongs to me.”

“What do you need it for?” she demanded, albeit weakly. “What’s so special about it?”

“It was my mother’s,” I replied. It was true. That was the ceremonial dagger my mother used to summon her demon lover. That was the dagger that led to my conception and to her eventual death.

“It was Grandmother’s,” Hazel spat defiantly.

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