is.”
Levi shrugs his shoulders. “Believe what you want, my little dove. But, it seems like I'm the only one in your life thus far who is willing to tell you the unvarnished truth.”
“My papa would have told me he wasn't my real father if that was the truth,” I say confidently. “I know he would have.”
“No,” Levi says, “I don't think he would. Because your real father is simply too terrible to admit to. Not even Andre could come to terms with the person your mother chose to spread her legs for.”
“Stop talking about my mother like she was some kind of whore!” I yell, feeling my temper reach the pinnacle of no return.
“Oh,” Levi says, holding a hand up to his mouth play acting like maybe he accidentally said too much, “should I just let you remain deluded about the purity of dear mumsy? Or do you want to know the truth of your parentage, Lady Annalisse?”
I swallow hard because I want to know the truth, but I’m almost scared to hear it. So far, I haven't detected a lie from Levi. I decide to gather what information I can from him and worry about the implications later.
“Then, who is my real father?”
Levi opens his mouth but his attention is drawn to something behind me by the entrance to the veranda.
“Ahh,” Levi says, “I was wondering if you had forgotten our little plan, Amon.”
I turn around in my seat on the couch and see a man standing by one of the pillars on the verandah dressed in a black suit and holding a sword in his right hand.
“No, I didn't forget,” the man named Amon says, staring at me like he hates me as much as Levi does. “I've waited too long for this moment to forget about it.”
“Well then,” Levi says looking back to me. “I'm afraid this conversation will have to come to an end just as your life soon will. I would love to stay and watch but the empress is a needy little bitch. I swear I don't know how this Auggie ever put up with her sniveling demands. All she does is nag, nag, nag. I'm afraid I'll have to find a way to dispose of her soon just to preserve my sanity. Goodbye, Annalisse. I wish I could say it has been a pleasure meeting you but that would most certainly be a lie.”
As soon as Levi teleports out of my sitting room, Amon appears in front of me.
I duck his first swing of the sword meant to take off my head and roll onto the floor away from him. Vala launches herself at Amon, teeth bared and mouth open to take a bite out of his face, but he easily swats her away with his free hand causing her to fly up against the door in the room and fall to the floor unmoving.
Her sacrifice gives me just enough time to get to my feet and run to my room, but Amon teleports right behind me and grabs a fist full of my hair, yanking me back against him.
“There's no where you can hide!” He yells at me, viciously pulling on my hair until I'm lying on my back on the floor.
He lifts the sword above his head, holding the hilt with both hands and the blade angled down toward my midsection.
It's then I do something I've never done before.
I teleport myself to safety out onto the veranda.
I don't have time to wonder how I did it because Amon teleports outside too.
He sneers at me as he runs towards me.
I need a weapon. I need the sword my father left for me. And I need it now!
I hear a whining sound behind me like something is flying through the air at high velocity. I spin around just as I see the sword I had hidden underneath my bed come zooming towards me. I hold out a hand, and the sword’s hilt lands in my palm like it knew exactly where it needed to be.
I hear Amon grunt behind me and know instinctively that he's swinging his sword at me. I kneel down as his blade slices through the air with a whistling noise where my head would have been if I hadn't knelt with split second precision.
I immediately stand to my feet and thrust my sword at him only to have him block my blade with his own. As the edges of our blades meet, my sword bursts
Levi shrugs his shoulders. “Believe what you want, my little dove. But, it seems like I'm the only one in your life thus far who is willing to tell you the unvarnished truth.”
“My papa would have told me he wasn't my real father if that was the truth,” I say confidently. “I know he would have.”
“No,” Levi says, “I don't think he would. Because your real father is simply too terrible to admit to. Not even Andre could come to terms with the person your mother chose to spread her legs for.”
“Stop talking about my mother like she was some kind of whore!” I yell, feeling my temper reach the pinnacle of no return.
“Oh,” Levi says, holding a hand up to his mouth play acting like maybe he accidentally said too much, “should I just let you remain deluded about the purity of dear mumsy? Or do you want to know the truth of your parentage, Lady Annalisse?”
I swallow hard because I want to know the truth, but I’m almost scared to hear it. So far, I haven't detected a lie from Levi. I decide to gather what information I can from him and worry about the implications later.
“Then, who is my real father?”
Levi opens his mouth but his attention is drawn to something behind me by the entrance to the veranda.
“Ahh,” Levi says, “I was wondering if you had forgotten our little plan, Amon.”
I turn around in my seat on the couch and see a man standing by one of the pillars on the verandah dressed in a black suit and holding a sword in his right hand.
“No, I didn't forget,” the man named Amon says, staring at me like he hates me as much as Levi does. “I've waited too long for this moment to forget about it.”
“Well then,” Levi says looking back to me. “I'm afraid this conversation will have to come to an end just as your life soon will. I would love to stay and watch but the empress is a needy little bitch. I swear I don't know how this Auggie ever put up with her sniveling demands. All she does is nag, nag, nag. I'm afraid I'll have to find a way to dispose of her soon just to preserve my sanity. Goodbye, Annalisse. I wish I could say it has been a pleasure meeting you but that would most certainly be a lie.”
As soon as Levi teleports out of my sitting room, Amon appears in front of me.
I duck his first swing of the sword meant to take off my head and roll onto the floor away from him. Vala launches herself at Amon, teeth bared and mouth open to take a bite out of his face, but he easily swats her away with his free hand causing her to fly up against the door in the room and fall to the floor unmoving.
Her sacrifice gives me just enough time to get to my feet and run to my room, but Amon teleports right behind me and grabs a fist full of my hair, yanking me back against him.
“There's no where you can hide!” He yells at me, viciously pulling on my hair until I'm lying on my back on the floor.
He lifts the sword above his head, holding the hilt with both hands and the blade angled down toward my midsection.
It's then I do something I've never done before.
I teleport myself to safety out onto the veranda.
I don't have time to wonder how I did it because Amon teleports outside too.
He sneers at me as he runs towards me.
I need a weapon. I need the sword my father left for me. And I need it now!
I hear a whining sound behind me like something is flying through the air at high velocity. I spin around just as I see the sword I had hidden underneath my bed come zooming towards me. I hold out a hand, and the sword’s hilt lands in my palm like it knew exactly where it needed to be.
I hear Amon grunt behind me and know instinctively that he's swinging his sword at me. I kneel down as his blade slices through the air with a whistling noise where my head would have been if I hadn't knelt with split second precision.
I immediately stand to my feet and thrust my sword at him only to have him block my blade with his own. As the edges of our blades meet, my sword bursts
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