Ruin (Rhodes #1) by Rina Kent

                             “Not that this is news, but there are other traitors in our circle,” I say. “Hampton mentioned Lowell before he died. We might get answers if we bring him in..”

                             Tristan raises his eyebrows, more in surprise than sarcasm. “Since when do you care about our revenge?”

                             “I don’t.”

                             “Of course he doesn’t,” he throws me a side glare. “He only wants more blood.”

                             “There’s that,” I reply. “But I also want answers as to why Uncle Alexander dies. Hades and his accomplices toyed with us for fun. No one does that and gets away with it.”

                             Dylan smiles, and Tristan’s lips curve into a wide grin.

                             “I am proud of you, little brother,” Tristan says, “I was already contemplating hosting the next Noble Community’s banquet.”

                             Dylan nods. “That’s a good idea. Let’s get them all under the microscope.”

                             Tristan’s arm encircles my shoulder. “Come, let’s continue our talk in the car.”

                             I release myself from his hold. “You go first, I need to change my clothes.” And see Mae.

                             “Don’t be long. We will be waiting,” Dylan says.

                             Xan and the rest of Tristan’s team greet me on their way to the dungeons.

                             Crow’s blood was inspiring. The best place to hide Mae is no doubt where no one else but me is allowed access.

                             Once I’m out of earshot, I dial Kane.

                             “What can I do for you, Sir?”

                             “Where have you been?”

                             “A meeting with a shareholder. The one you were supposed to go to.”

                             “Right. I will move my female guest to my quarters for better security and you’re to take care of her needs whenever I am not around.”

                             “What are my orders, Sir?”

                             I smile at his firm unwavering voice. “Discretion. No soul but myself and you shall know about the guest.”

                             “Very well, Sir.”

                             It’s time to upgrade Mae to the next level.





                             Chapter Twelve

                             Mae



                             White saturates my closed eyelids.

                             The cell fades into the background. Its dull walls transform into my canvas. Inspiration strikes like angry lightning, electrifying my hand to move and fulfil its needs. Like a possessed brush, my fingers dart in all directions, shaping something with frightening speed.