Page 92 of Our Sins in Silver (Coven of Sin 3)

“It’s alright,” she said with a whisper, almost sounding ashamed. “No one likes her.”

Tau’s brows perked, lush lips splitting with a grin. “I see. Our queen-to-be is starting to clean house. Good. The trash needs to be taken out.”

The tailor lifted his mate from the island and set her on her feet. “Don’t worry. We were never here.”

Relief coursed through me, and Vincent’s shoulders visibly relaxed. It was lucky that they were in our corner. So, there was no risk of exposing how my coven’s psychic had just given me the green flag for the murder about to go down in our backyard cemetery.

A thought occurred to me just before the couple disappeared from the kitchen.

“Isa, wait.”

The witch turned in the doorway. “Hmm?”

“Do you see anything else in my future?”

Silky blonde hair spilled over her shoulder with a curious tilt of her head. “Anything in particular you’re looking for?”

“You said you see a lot of death in your visions. Do you see any of the princes...” My hands wrung the hem of my dress. Too nervous to finish the question and terrified of the answer to follow, I hesitated. “Dying?”

“Or…” Vincent added with a bite to his tone, as if he was annoyed I hadn’t bothered asking about me “does she get hurt?

Isa looked saddened by the question. “I see a future drenched in blood.”

Drenched in blood.Chills raced through me, and the tiny hairs on my nape shot up.

That was almost word for word what my father said when he’d talked about the future he’d seen in Corry’s eyes that swayed him to turn the dying boy. It couldn’t mean anything. We were vampires. There was blood everywhere, especially in our immediate future.

I still couldn’t shake the feeling that Isa’s vision and the vampire king’s were somehow connected, though.

It had rained on and off all night, so the ground was swollen and muddy. The sloppy coven grounds made it hard to stalk after Lexi, who seemed to glide through the night ahead of us. Vin didn’t struggle like I did, though. His giant booted feet were basically snowshoes in and of themselves.

He rolled his eyes when I stepped into a puddle with a loud splosh. “Mortals are terrible hunters. How did your people survive before the invention of supermarkets?”

I growled at him, thankful our prey was far enough ahead not to hear us. “Stealth isn’t my forte, okay? Rushing in with guns blazing is more my speed— What’s she doing?”

The succubus had come to a standstill, smoke whorling around her slender frame.

The cloud cover had rolled in, and it began to drizzle. “Does the bitch melt in the rain or something?” I asked, eyeing the excess of smoke.

Vincent blinked at me. “Why would she?”

“Because witches melt with water?”

“No, they don’t.”

“It’s fromTheWizard of Oz.”

“Wizards aren’t a thing. It would be the Mage of Oz if such a male exists.”

I stopped ankle-deep in mud, blinking at him through the rain. “Why do I even like you?”

My exasperated look brought an impish smile to his face. “The world is full of mysteries, Princess. Especially ours.”

As we stole closer, ducking behind gravestones for cover, the acrid aroma of tobacco met my nose. Lexi was a smoker like Eros, though she used a different brand. Deathwish’s brand smelled of warm forbidden spices. The strong fragrance wafting from the cigarette perched in the vintage cigarette holder Lexi held was vile and bitter. How appropriate for her.

By now, we were deep enough into the cemetery that if I pounced on the demoness here, no one would hear her screams. Why had she wandered this far, just for a smoke?

Stealing a peek around the gargantuan gravestone concealing us, I got my answer. Lexi hovered over an open grave and stared into the darkness at her feet. It was the same one I’d fallen into before Eros and Vin had dragged me into my father’s tomb for our dark game.

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