She fought silently with herself for an hour before the compulsion began to gain ground. Lord Delmar would want her to kill Beth. She knew that. She'd seen him do the same to countless enemies over the years. Killing someone intimately close made a rival sloppy, which Lord Delmar always exploited.
But to hurt Beth...
Rachel fought with herself for the rest of the night, neither winning nor losing. In the end, she alleviated the struggle by deciding to focus on infiltrating the wedding. Security would be overwhelmed. If she planned things right, and she would be free to kill the dragon and that sweet, innocent, and wonderfully kind girl...
She nearly screamed in frustration.
Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. She couldn't put her finger on it though. It was like something in
