Blood and Reign – Cassandra Myles Witch Series Book 3
Electa Graham Author
head for good measure. I had no
regrets for what I had done. She had
tortured her own people and killed my
mate. If anything her death was far too
swift and she suffered not nearly
enough.
The only pang of guilt I felt was over
the death of her son. Conal had been a
victim too. He had been born and
raised while imprisoned. She tried to
raise him to be just as evil and twisted
as she was, but only succeeded in
creating a sad confused man with the
mind of a child. A broken boy who
ached to have someone to love him.
Sneak Peek at the cover for Blood and
Reign
If you haven’t read the first book Blood
and Loss you can read the first 5
chapters here.
http://electagraham.com/1/post/2014/
01/blood-and-loss.html
Warning this chapter has not been seen
by my editor. All mistakes are my own
and I apologize in advance.
Chapter One
Shambling out like wounded soldiers
from a war, Dominick and Killian left
me to face Quintus alone. They had
been enemies, now they were brother
in arms and I had come to love them
both. It might not have been a war, but
we had been prisoners. We had worked
together to keep each other safe and
tonight we were free. After one quick
and bloody battle, the queen of
darkness was dead. I had drained her
magical essence and lopped off her
Despite all that, she was still his mother
and he had loved her. When he saw me
kill her he attacked me. True to his
word Kael, king of the Slaugh came just
in time to save me, killing Conal in the
process. Her people and her son were
all just fodder for her cruel and sadistic
pleasures.
Killing her had freed both the light and
dark fae from her brutal rule but it
wasn’t likely they were going to be
grateful. Mab might have been a mad
evil bitch, but she had kept order and
she was fae. Now that job was on my
shoulders. The shoulders of a human
who had only lived a tiny spec of time
compared to those I had to rule. The
shoulders of someone who had never
even been class president let alone a
queen of an ancient race. To say I
wasn’t feeling up to the task was an
understatement of the century.
King Kael, the ruler of the powerful
Slaugh, was going to keep the peace
physically, but I had to reunite them. I
had to make them see that what they
were doing to each other was only
going to lead to their destruction and
maybe even the end of earth. I had to
help them find a way to work together.
They had been feuding since before
people populated the earth. No
problem right? Easy peasy.
The reality of the situation punched me
in the gut and opened a very firmly
closed triple locked door. One I had
slammed shut and locked to save my
sanity, but now terror crept in and sat
down, making my body go cold and
numb. Panic gripped my heart and sped
it up, then seeped into my lungs so I
couldn’t get enough air. I was dying. I
had to be. Then, just when I thought I
was gasping for my last breathe, the
fear slowly faded and I found myself
with my forehead pressed to the cold
floor, gasping for breath, finger tips
pressed into the stone as I tried to gain
control of my body. I wasn’t just up shit
creek without a paddle, I had no canoe
and I was wearing lead shoes.
Reality was setting in and it was big,
bad and scary as fuck. I was now Queen
of the Fae. Little old Cassandra Joan
Myles from Halifax, Nova Scotia was
going to reign over people who had
been alive since before we had
discovered fire and as a race have
existed long enough ago they could
have ridden a dinosaur. The good news
was it would look spectacular on my
curriculum vitae, the bad news was if I
didn’t do a good job there might not be
anyone left alive when they called my
references.
I shook my head, trying to clear my
mind of all impossible thoughts. The
time I had allotted for a breakdown was