Page 88 of Vengeance Becomes Her

The men across from her laughed, while the one behind her loomed over her, placing his palms flat on the table—effectively caging her in with his large body—as he sniffed her hair.

“I want you to stay right here.” His fingers toyed with the ends of her wavy hair, hand hovering far too close to her breasts for comfort.

Every nerve ending in her body was screaming for her to react, but she was waiting for the right moment. She would have to suffer their antics for now.

“I think the lady needs another drink?” The handsome blond one remarked.

“I have something to wet her throat,” the one behind her grunted.

They all laughed at that. Laughed at her. And her control snapped. She jerked back, blade in hand and sunk it into the large man’s side, twisting it to maximize damage before elbowing him. Now that he wasn’t crowding her, she was able to slip out the side of the bench.

The other two approached her, anger sharpening their features and driving away the playfulness in their tone.

“You’ll pay for that you bitch.”

The young blond lunged for her, but she ducked, slicing her daggers across his heels, the supple leather opening without resistance. The man sank to his knees in pain in front of her and she proceeded to bury her straight blade into his stomach twice for good measure before she let him slump forward.

The others were now rousing from their table, coming to join the last standing man. She was well and truly fucked. Even still, she sank into a fighting position. But the men didn’t approach, their jaws were gaping open in shock or fear, but at what she wasn’t sure.

“Demon.” The man’s mouth flapped open like a fish.

She laughed but took the opportunity of him being off guard to capture him in a tight hold. His friends were already backing away toward the exit, but still, she held her knife pressed to the back of the man’s skull and when they lingered at the door, she forced it between his vertebrae. He was dead almost instantly.

“If you say a word, you will meet the same fate. Understood?”

Silence.

When he dropped to the ground, the last of them left.

Rhiannon was shaking, realizing how close she’d come to real danger. She didn’t have time to dwell on that just yet, she needed to get rid of the bodies before someone stumbled upon her. She dragged them both outside and into an alley. Then, one by one, shemoved them to the woods that rested behind the inn. She didn’t have the energy to bury them, so she dragged them as far as she could and hoped no one would come across them before they left for Wispombra.

She wiped her bloody hands and knives on his clothes before sheathing them and made the walk back to the inn. She ascended the stairs in a trance, unable to wrap her mind around why they seemed so afraid of her. Yes, she was deadly. But there was only one of her and five of them.

She turned on the sink. She needed to wash all this blood off before Tristain woke up. As she undressed, she caught her reflection in the mirror and then she knew why they backed off. Her eyes glowed a dangerous green. It was otherworldly and it would have scared her if she didn’t know that it was Delphine protectingher once again.

While she may have been withering away in Rhiannon’s mind, it seemed their connection remained strong.

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