MADAME VIOLETTE
I stand in my blood club coordinating Mordaunt's trap. Positioning hunters around the perimeter. Ensuring escape routes are covered. Making sure everything's perfect.
I've done this before. Coordinated captures, arranged executions. All in service of my master.
All because three drinks of vampire blood enslaved me.
"Third floor secured," a hunter reports. "East entrance covered."
"Good. West entrance?"
"Two guards posted. But per Lord Mordaunt's instructions, we're leaving it lighter. He expects the rescue from that direction."
Of course he does. Mordaunt's been planning this for days. Predicted every move Callum might make.
The fae illusion was clever. I'll give Brennan credit for that. But Mordaunt anticipated even that. Has hunters ready to ignore the duplicates,
