Descending Into Darkness
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Unless…
What if I used the Fomorian as a patsy, he thought. Why hadn’t he thought of that before, berating himself. It may have been just what he needed for some of the other problems he predicted when it was all over with. The excitement at the new addition to his plan sent a rush of adrenaline pumping through his system. He could eliminate their whole presence after they’d been condemned of treason, turning against their masters and king. It would erase any evidence of his involvement in anything incriminating later on. No witnesses. No one to ask questions. No stones to go turning over.
He would be completely clean.
First, he needed to get his hands on the Daeghtus, that was his first priority. Which meant he was back to square one. And just like that, the enthusiasm was gone, replaced by irritation once again. “Back to the drawing board,” he growled to himself.
Pushing a button on the console between the two back seats in the town car he rode in, the intercom beeped before the driver’s voice answered, “Yes, sire?”
“Take me back to the mansion,” he directed, tone clipped.
“Yes, sire,” the other man replied. The dark partition was closed, and the windows tinted so dark he sometimes couldn’t tell if it were day or night on the other side. He preferred it that way. Distanced from the outside world. Apart.
It was bad enough that he’d have to select a new daor from the King’s dungeons to take care of what the old one couldn’t. He hated going down there. It wasn’t about the dark, he didn’t mind the dark. The foul stench was a whole other story. Still though, he’d brave it for his purpose. A small sacrifice, he thought.
Author’s Note
I hope you enjoyed the first part in the Ascending series. The next installment should be available in the Summer. Keep up to date by visiting my website: http://AlainnaMacPherson.com Or, find me on Facebook, Alainna MacPherson.