Page 20 of Queen of Vengeance

“Because my potion was subpar at best. Now all the potion producers think that’s all I’m capable of.”

Jax marched deeper into his room, and his girlfriend followed him as he climbed through the window.

“Come here.” Chika pulled Jax in by his forearm and wrapped herself in him. “Let me make you feel better.”

Jax wasn’t at all in the mood for that. He couldn’t stop focusing on where he had royally fucked up.

Chika pulled him onto the bed and began making out with him, but he was hardly paying attention.

Jax stewed about his situation without having to keep up a conversation with Chika. “There must be some way to prove to my uncle that he was wrong. It couldn’t be too hard to sell potions after all. I mean, I can pretty much get girls my age to do anything I want.”

“That’s it!” Jax ripped his face away from Chika as he exclaimed.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Chika said, turning her head, burying her face in the pillow, and groaning.

“The answer is so simple, of course!” Jax pushed himself off the bed and paced around his room as his plan came to fruition.

“What is it?” Chika broadcasted her disdain from the pillow.

“I know how I’m going to sell my potions. I’ll gather the prettiest girls in school and have them do it! I’m sure it won’t take much persuading.” Jax laughed triumphantly.

Chika frowned, clearly finding a problem with Jax taking advantage of other women—or was it that she hated how Jax could so quickly gather any pretty girl he wanted? She was secure in herself and her beauty, but when it came to Jax, she questioned everything. She knew how much everyone desired Jax. It felt like a constant battle, just keeping his attention. She didn’t mind fighting for him, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t exhausted. “I hope you’ll take the night to do some self-reflection on why that is a terrible idea.”

Chika left, hoping that her warning would be enough to deter him.

By morning, she had almost assured herself that it did, but Jax was too caught up in his head to stop now. She showed up to school and saw that he had a menagerie of pretty young girls surrounding him already.

“Chika!” Jax waved at her.

Her eyes wandered around the crowd, seeing blue satchels filled with potion bottles for every girl.

“This is going to work. I can feel it.” Jax was so blinded by his ambition that he couldn’t see Chika’s face twisted as she forced a smile and a nod.

In truth, Jax’s potions were nothing special. Others below his class had far surpassed him because Jax lacked one crucial component to getting better: humility. He thought his potions were the best they could be, but what he lacked in humility, he made up for in ego and impulsivity.

By the end of the day, the pretty girls returned to Jax with solemn news. They were not able to sell even one potion bottle.

People were interested in talking to them, but no one was interested once they told them what the potions did.

Jax couldn’t fathom why this didn’t work. He thought perhaps his fellow students had failed him in some way.

“Why wouldn’t they want my potions?” he thought, practically steaming. “I need to find a way to make this work… Even if I have to start playing dirty.”

8

DIESEL

“Striker, gather the team. I want to hit the Dask village before noon.”

Diesel fastened his long black cloak to his back and shouted orders.

“Sir, don’t you wanna wait until that little brat gets home from school?” Striker snapped her teeth together and ran her tongue along them as if she could taste Lea’s blood already.

“No. It’s better to keep someone alive, so she’ll have to pay when she inherits her shack.” Diesel pinched Striker’s chin before pushing her face away.

Striker growled, hating that Lea would get off without a scratch, but she didn’t dare disobey Diesel’s direct orders. Striker turned to the group of werewolves hanging out on the level below them. “Team, we roll out in fifteen. Be ready.”

It didn’t take long before they arrived in Dask.

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