Page 28 of Our Sins in Silver (Coven of Sin 3)

“That’s impossible,” Eros croaked, his hand trembling in Vin’s hair. “That would leave his son’s necromancy at his disposal. Meaning he has the potential to control us. All of us.”

I struggled to breathe, and a sharp splice of pain split my skull as an invisible noose tightened around my throat.

Everyone but me.

As a half vampire, I couldn’t be mesmerized like a human could. As a mortal, I was immune to my brother’s death magic. And there was zero chance of my father leaving Dagon to try to physically wear my body because he’d lose his grip over the spell keeping him in his zombie state if he left his current host.

And I knew for a fact that I was physically stronger than a vampire. Maybe not when he was alive, but he was falling to pieces now—a corpse wearing a coward as his armor.

I’d tear him to shreds.

That meant his current advantage over me was the mental link. And if Eros’ guess was right, completing the bond with Sterling was the best bet at kicking daddy permanently out of my head.

If that worked, maybe we could actually pull off the rest of my plan.

“Get off me,” I demanded. They scrambled off the bed, and in the next blink, I was at my armoire, peeling off the soiled sundress and opting for a black nightgown with billowing sleeves. It reminded me of something I’d seen lead actresses wear in old Hollywood movies. The garment was rich in texture, its sheer materials and feathers lending the garment a classy yet slutty feel. Perfect.

A million thoughts had me barely aware of the fact that Corry, Vincent, and Eros were drooling from my bed as they watched me tug on my scanty attire.

“I’m going to the library. I have a lot of…things to discuss with Ster. Meet us in the council room at sundown. Alright?”

Without waiting for any of their responses, I slipped out of my bedroom and hurried down the darkened corridor with the train of my nightgown flowing behind me.

My breaths tumbled heavily from my chest the closer I came to the library.

The closer I came to Julian Godfrey.

Chapter twelve

Scars of Gold

ErosandVincentwereright.

Being a Knightsucked.

But I wasn’t about to let the vampire king fuck us over with the short end of the stick. Enough was enough.

I was the queen bitch of this kingdom now, with or without a crown. And I’d go to war, with or without an army. Support from the Elders would be nice and all since they had the power to command the covens and supply me with an actual army, but I wasn’t expecting any favors. I’d learned my lesson about getting my hopes up around here. Especially when it came to not getting screwed over.

So, my plan—with a working title of “fuck the Elders, I’ll do it myself”—had to be put into action now in case things went south at the council meeting. Because they would. With my bloody luck, they absolutely would.

Screw those geriatric pricks anyway. As a Helsing, I was the only weapon we’d need to bury my dildo-dickhead of a daddy once and for all.

So the Elders were expendable. Well, except for Ster. Without him, I was just a gun with no ammunition... And with him?

He was my shiny silver bullet.

As my father’s victim for over a thousand years and his longest enduring progeny, the priest was a master when it came to surviving the vampire king. He’d built up an impenetrable armor over the years of abuse. And each loss he experienced was just another medal to pin to his dark regalia.

When he wore it like a veteran warrior, he commanded respect. Everyone would bow their heads and show their reverence to their prince. But few of them were aware of the true hell the prince had gone through. They didn’t know the battle he’d been forced to fight.

All they saw was what was presented at surface level.

Sterling Knight.

Unbreakable.

Resilient.

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