Queen of Lies: Supernaturals of Daizlei Academy, #3
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My second year at Daizlei didn't kill me. It did something so much worse.
It killed her.
And the world will never be the same because of it.
Anastasia thought she could own me. The Supernatural thought they could control me. They didn't realize the darkness they courted until the walls of Daizlei came crushing down around us.
I always thought of myself as hard. Unbreakable. Unbeatable.
Until someone beat me.
Now…I was broken and I planned to use all my sharp edges for the one thing I had left.
Revenge.
**Warning: as the characters mature and grow so does the story. This novel is recommended for readers 16+. Perfect for fans of Jane Washington, Carissa Broadbent, Olivia Wildenstein, and Leia Stone.**
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Queen of Lies - Kel Carpenter
Part One
Chapter 1
The door to the cellar hung at an odd angle, the smells of mold and musk coming from the makeshift prison I’d created. Down the steps of my dead parents’ home sat Elizabeth, gagged and bound. I smiled cruelly and descended the stairway to greet her.
It’s been three days, girl. You know the drill.
I kept my tone conversational as I approached her. Dark brown hair plastered her face and neck, sticking to her skin with layers of sweat and grime. The left half of her face was smudged grey and black from the first time she’d tried to escape and I had pinned her to the floor. She hadn’t tried again since, but she also sported bruised ribs the last three days, so that probably helped. Her slate grey eyes stared back at me underneath all the filth. The same hate-filled eyes that stared back at me in the mirror for over seventeen years, before Violet. I ripped the tape from her mouth and placed two fingers under her chin, tilting it up to better read her face.
I don’t have anything for you—
I gripped her chin tighter. Excuses. Excuses.
I don’t have time for someone who is a waste of air. You came to me, darling cousin, not the other way around.
I leaned forward, close enough to smell the acrid stench of body odor mingled with fear. We are leaving today whether you give me a location or not, but your answer determines if I leave you in this basement to rot when we’re gone.
I curved my lips in a feral grin, relishing the small gasp that escaped her lips.
You wouldn’t…
she whispered as terror and anger fought for control over her. Elizabeth was a coward, and anger was not an emotion that won out within cowards. Her breathing began to hitch in short spurts as I grinned.
There is nothing I wouldn’t do for my revenge, cousin. It is the only reason you are still alive.
I whispered the words to her, my shorn hair falling forward to frame a curtain around us. The sound of her rapid heart rate filled the silence.
You don’t even know if the Crone with the third eye can help you,
she said. Her eyes pleaded like a beggar at a corner. Someone else, anyone else, might have caved and let her go by now, but not me. My mother gave her the message, and if there was anything I was confident in, it’s that she wouldn’t have come to Elizabeth if not to help me. Lily was with her now, and she wanted justice as much as I.
She can, and she will. You’re stalling.
I switched my hold on her face, grabbing her jaw to force it open. Her eyes went wide. Her heart rate climbing in an unsteady crescendo. You have fifteen seconds to give me new information, or we’re going to play a game,
I said softly.
What kind of g-game?
Elizabeth trembled, jerking back in an attempt to pull away, but she was tied to a chair and I held firm. She was right to be afraid. Bad things happened when I made all the rules.
I am going to start pulling the air from your lungs, and I will keep pulling until there is nothing left to pull. After a minute, you will begin to feel lightheaded. Your throat will burn. After two minutes, your body will go unconscious. After four minutes, brain damage will start to set in, and after that you will die. Are you ready to die, Elizabeth?
My words were laced with malice, but I’d done my job too well. Elizabeth began to hyperventilate.
Please…Selena…don’t…do…this…
she panted, her oxygen level steadily rising to an unhealthy point. If she kept this up, she was going to pass out instead of suffocating like I’d told her.
Give me a location and I won’t have to,
I growled. She continued to huff and puff even as she tried to speak. The words came out disoriented and garbled, until she stopped speaking all together. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she lost total consciousness, her body suddenly limp and unmoving.
Damn it!
I cursed, pushing away from her. I pinched the bridge of my nose, sighing deeply while I paced for a moment.
The door above me squealed as it swung open. Johanna and Oliver waited at the top of the stairs, their faces were neutral, but I could feel the shifting energy around me.
What happened?
Johanna asked, her eyes flicking to the fainted girl in the chair. My hair brushed my chin as I swung my head around to face them, clasping my hands behind my back.
She panicked,
I said, making a tsk noise.
Oliver blanched, narrowing his eyes. Did you threaten to kill her?
The bite in his voice was unmistakable.
What I do is none of your concern.
I gave him a leveled stare. He balled his fists, opening his mouth to argue. I smirked, waiting for his reply, but Johanna touched him on the shoulder and whispered, I’ll speak with her. Go check on Scarlett?
Scarlett was heir to House Graeme, and possibly the only Graeme left now that her brother Seb had gone missing during the attack at Daizlei. He was either dead or turned. Her parents, too, if my hunch about Anastasia was correct, but I kept those thoughts to myself. Scarlett was too emotional for my taste with the loss of her twin. Much the same as Oliver in that respect, except he was beginning to chafe at my patience. I sent a cool look in his direction as he turned and stalked off, leaving me with Johanna.
You already know she’s not lying, don’t you?
she asked. Dark circles lined her red-stained eyes. She was the most put together out of the nine in that group—now six. At night though, when everyone pretended they were sleeping, I heard her, like them, crying softly for the friends she’d lost. The lives she couldn’t save. It was tragic in a way that I understood but no longer felt, and we were all the better for it.
I do.
She gaze me a quizzical stare, her cat-like eyes measuring me. Then why continue? Why torture her?
Johanna asked. She descended the steps while I paced about, staring at the unconscious girl that I needed to give me answers.
She needs motivation to try harder,
I replied. I’m giving her that motivation.
Johanna sighed and shook her head, pursing her lips as she did so. The older girl didn’t like my methods, but hers hadn’t gotten results.
Torturing her isn’t going to motivate her—
Your friend that died. The one you were framed for—is there anything you wouldn’t do to avenge them?
I asked, stopping abruptly to face her.
Silence.
Johanna shifted uncomfortably on the stairs, but she did not deny it. As I knew she wouldn’t. You don’t become property of the Council and make it out alive without some level of resentment and bitterness. Johanna hid hers well, I’ll give her that, but no one is that good.
I closed the space between us, looking up into her unnatural golden eyes. They reminded me of someone else, too much for my liking. She stood on the stair above mine, but we were nearly eye-to-eye as I said, My sister meant everything to me, and I will put all of them in the grave for what they did to her. You can either help me, or get out of the way, but don’t stand there feeding me some moral bullshit when you would do the same.
Ash and grit coated her hairline from where a washcloth wouldn’t clean. She wore my dead mother’s clothes that still smelled faintly of lilac and cinnamon. The hint of a tattoo with scales started at her hand and went as far as her neck, just below her ear. The tidbits of knowledge I’d gained from Violet told me she was not any kind of species I’d encountered before. Her kind were much older than mine, but the Supernaturals had run them nearly extinct.
There’s no way she wouldn’t go after them after what they’d done to her. I was banking on it, because she and I, we weren’t so different. Johanna, like me, was a one of a kind, and she suffered for it.
It’s time she took that chip off her shoulder and stopped pretending she was better than this.
Johanna gave a slow shake of her head, blowing out a cool breath. The dust drifted between us for a moment before she said, I’ll help you, Selena, but I don’t want to see you lose yourself along the way.
Too late for that.
I already have,
I said, my voice devoid of emotion.
No, you haven’t.
She didn’t smile, and she didn’t look at me like some pitiful animal she couldn’t save, but the look she gave me was resigned nonetheless. But you will if you continue down this path.
Behind me, Elizabeth’s breathing steadied, and I suspected my little prisoner was waking up. If she tried that little hyperventilating trick again, I really would start withholding air, and when she passed out, she wouldn’t wake back up again.
Johanna’s eyes cut to the girl behind me in a tight gaze, accepting of her fate. The burner phone in her jean pocket began to light up, sounding a basic ring tone. It only rang once before Johanna flicked it open.
Jo,
she said, by way of greeting.
It’s me. I think we found somewhere—
One moment,
she said, holding her hand over the speaker. She glanced between me and Elizabeth, seeming to weigh whether it was worth it to say more on the subject. This is my contact. I need to take this, but I will be back to…see how things are going.
I nodded once and turned my back to her as she left the room. Elizabeth was already trembling when I crossed my arms and deliberately raised my eyebrows, cocking my head to the side as I smirked. Her lips went white as they pinched together, her eyes wide.
This was a different reaction than the other times she’d woken up. Over the past three days, this was the fourth time this had happened, and the first that she hadn’t woken up begging for her life. Something had changed.
She came to you,
I said, keeping my hands clasped behind my back so she couldn’t see my fidgeting with the grey crocheted sweater I wore. It was my mother’s. The same mother that came to her, would speak to her, and that I’d never see again. I stopped that train of thought. Almost like I’d forgotten it. Like I could not remember how to feel, and so I simply didn’t.
I don’t—I’m not sure—I think it—
Spit it out. Did you get a location or not?
I demanded as she nodded her head vigorously. I motioned with my hand for her to continue.
Go to Sin City. The Crone will find you,
she rasped in broken voice. I watched her closely for lies, but all I saw was relief in her features. The sweat on her brow broke, leaving a stream of perspiration running down her nose as she smiled at the ceiling as if she really believed that was all.
Sin City?
I asked. She nodded, swallowing hard before coughing. After being down here for three days, the dust must be getting to her. Good. The weaker she is, the more compliant she’ll be.
The door to the upper floor swung open. Johanna stood in the doorframe alone, her face grim.
What happened?
I asked. Her eyes scanned over Elizabeth in a cursory glance before she answered.
My contact found us a safe house,
she said.
Then why do you look like someone else died?
I asked.
Because it won’t be easy to get to,
she replied. I had this feeling I just knew what she was going to say. What she was going to confirm.
Where is it?
I asked, anticipation building in my blood as my innate sense of knowing overcame me.
Las Vegas. It’s an eleven-hour drive. We’re leaving in ten minutes,
she said. My face broke into a fierce grin.
Sin City.
I didn’t believe in fate because that was giving the ancients too much credit. I made my own destiny.
We’ll be ready in five,
I said. Behind me, Elizabeth protested.
I pulled a Ka-bar from the knife holder hanging on my belt underneath the long sweater. Elizabeth went pale as I strode toward her, the blade gleaming in the low light.
No!
she screamed as I slashed at the ropes binding her to the chair. I rolled my eyes and returned the knife to its holder.
Don’t be dramatic,
I said as I pointed to the door where Johanna watched the exchange. Her lips were curved in the smallest of smirks.
But—but—you said you would let me go if I found out where the Crone was!
Elizabeth stammered. I grabbed the back of her neck and started pushing her forward and up the stairs.
I said you would get out of the basement. I never said what would happen after,
I replied.
Elizabeth tried to twist as she groaned, You can’t keep me—
Prisoner?
I asked, clocking her on the back of the head. She blacked out, falling to the ground, limp. Actually, I can.
I said, throwing the taller, skinnier girl over my shoulder. We were going to Vegas whether she liked it or not, because I had a Crone to find and a Council to kill.
Chapter 2
I’m hungry,
Elizabeth complained as we pulled off the highway. Aaron took a right at the corner, pulling into a rundown gas station without a name. We’d been in the car for eight hours, and all eight of them had been blissfully silent. Until now.
Didn’t I tell you not to speak unless spoken to?
I said as Aaron rolled to a stop and got out of the car.
Oh, come on, Selena—
Why are you still speaking?
But—
Speaking.
But—
I turned in my seat fast enough I thought she was going to get whiplash from the way her eyes darted between me and the girls on either side of her. With Alexandra to her left and Blair to her right, she was trapped with nowhere to escape and no one to save her.
Do we need to play another game?
I asked, cocking my eyebrow. Her face went white at the same instant her stomach let out a loud growl. She swallowed hard, pressing her lips together, but didn’t say more. I turned around and settled back into my seat as Aaron came out of the station and began pumping gas.
Is this the wrong time to say I’m hungry too?
Alexandra asked.
I groaned, leaning back in my seat. A food stop was not on my list of things to do. Not when we were traveling in the open and hadn’t bothered to ditch the cars that they’d used in their getaway from Daizlei. It was a stupid move, but Johanna insisted we’d be safer keeping them and getting to the meeting point as quickly as possible rather ditching them and stealing new ones. I hoped she was right.
Blair?
I asked, a note of annoyance permeating my voice.
I could eat.
The driver’s side door opened and Aaron climbed back into the car. I take it we’re getting food,
he said. Not exactly a question, so I chose not to answer as he pulled out for the McDonald’s across the street. The lot was empty apart from two cars as we went through the drive-thru. Aaron ordered six meals without asking what anyone wanted and pulled up to the window.
That will be thirty-five dollars and sixty-four cents,
a girl with bright pink hair said.
Aaron handed her a fifty and winked. Keep the change.
Thanks…
she trailed off, leaving her question open-ended.
Aaron,
he supplied. Cotton-candy-head blushed like a virgin at the wrong end of an innuendo. In the back-seat, Alexandra said, Like, can we get our food?
She looked past Aaron and locked eyes with me. Her flirty smile faltered and without a word, she turned away from the window and produced our food. Aaron thanked her, and this time she just gave a tight-lipped nod as we pulled away from the window.
I didn’t say anything when a hamburger wrapped in yellow paper appeared on my lap, courtesy of the driver. I unwrapped it reluctantly, and ate with slow, deliberate bites as I ruminated on her odd reaction. It seemed a bit of a one eighty, even if she did think I was Aaron’s girlfriend.
Did her reaction seem strange to you?
I asked, swallowing a mouthful of the greasy fast food.
Strange?
Aaron asked.
I shook my head. Never mind.
We pulled back onto the highway and headed south, silence ensuing within minutes.
I looked to the sun as it descended over the mountains to the west and I thought of my sister. The one who died. Who I killed. I could admit it now, with Violet here. I could admit that in my attempt to save her…I ended her life.
But did she stay dead?
That was something I didn’t know.
"Until you do, it doesn’t matter," Violet whispered.
I ran a hand through my blood-caked hair, pulling it back from my face. After nearly ninety-six hours without a shower, I could almost forget the battle at Daizlei. The sweat and blood and grime clung to me like a second skin, but my shorn hair was not something I could forget. My sister was not someone I could forget.
Use it. Own it. Let it fuel you to return every action tenfold.
I turned away from the light and glanced in my rearview mirror. To Elizabeth, who would lead me to the Crone. To Blair, who would follow me until the end. To Alexandra, who once she realized her potential, would burn the world in her rage. I made a choice to look to the future and it was filled with vengeance.
Even in my malicious meanderings, something wasn’t quite adding up. The same innate feeling I had when something just wasn’t right.
How much longer?
I asked, unease prickling up my spine like a trail of knives across my skin.
Shouldn’t be too long now. The meeting point is just on the other side of the border,
Aaron said.
This was all any of us were told, since Johanna wasn’t being the most forthcoming about who her contact was or how exactly he planned to get us into Vegas undetected, and I was pretty damn sure walking in wasn’t going to be an option. The welcome sign for Nevada appeared in the distance, shining like a beacon when the headlights reflected off it.
Something was off. Something was wrong.
I opened my mouth to say as much when a phone rang. Aaron pulled the burner from his pocket and flipped it open.
Get off at the next exit,
said a deep voice that reminded me too much of someone I used to know. The line went dead as soon as the words were out of Alec’s mouth, and Aaron veered sharply across the highway. We crossed three lanes in a second, and took the off ramp still flying.
He said get off, not get us killed! Don’t you know how to drive?
Elizabeth shouted. She broke off in a scream as he continued to accelerate the car with a curve coming up.
What the—
In the side view mirror, a car was eating up the distance between us and the curve. My heart began to pound as a second vehicle appeared on the other side. They were trying to box us in. We weren’t going to make it.
Floor it and don’t stop until I say so,
I said, gripping the door handle. Aaron didn’t question it. His foot hit the gas and the engine revved. We shot forward, barely clearing the cars. I grabbed the wheel and yelled, Now!
The gas died instantly when I yanked the steering wheel down and sent the car skidding as it closed in on the curve. I let go of the wheel and flung my door open.
The hood of the first car wasn’t even ten feet from me and the driver had a gun aimed straight for my chest.
Now,
Violet urged.
I jumped from my seat and landed in front of our pursuers.
The last thing I saw was the red of his eyes before the car hit me.
And then it cleaved in half.
Fire ignited as the two halves of the car spun wildly out of control. One drifted off into the welcome building of a rest area—the other slammed into the remaining car and sent both drivers up in flames.
I crossed my arms and stared into the fire. The smell of burnt tires and burning flesh made me grimace, but I wouldn’t turn away.
I mentally reached through the flames and dragged both Vampires before me. Black blood streaked the ground, two separate trails leading to the horrid creatures at my feet. The one on the right had the gall to grin despite half his face being melted off.
The Vampire on the left averted his eyes, and there was a visible tremble about him. Why would he hunt me if he feared death? He had to know what I did to those who crossed me. I recalled what Vonlowsky had taught us about the Made. How they were forced to do the bidding of their sire.
Who sent you?
I phrased it like a question, but I wasn’t asking. I was demanding.
The one with parts of his face missing began to cackle. Black blood sprayed from his lips, coating his teeth and splattering my boots. I raised an eyebrow, daring him to speak and give me a reason to end him.
Selena…
Blair said from behind me. I didn’t need to look to know that the others had recovered and decided to join in the fun.
Who sent you?
I repeated. I would not repeat myself a third time.
You think you can—
He didn’t get to finish before I reached forward and grabbed a fistful of his hair. I wrapped my other hand around his half-healed shoulder and ripped his head clean off, tossing it into the blazing inferno that I’d dragged them from.
The decapitated body fell to the ground, bleeding out as I turned to his partner. I squatted down until we were eye level. His downcast eyes flicked up to meet mine and I smiled encouragingly. I didn’t need to say anything. My performance was enough to make this one talk.
Our master sent us,
he said, gulping hard. The sweat on his face glistened in the sunlight and he flinched under my gaze.
Who is your master?
I continued, my voice soft.
Victor…
the Vampire said. His mouth opened and closed twice.
Which one?
The voice came from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder at Johanna. She was dressed in long black sleeves and pants, despite the weather. Her lips were pursed, and her long dark hair whipped around in the breeze.
The Dark Prince.
His answer brought a spark of recognition to her eyes before she grimaced.
Good. She knew of him. It would make this so much easier.
Why are the High Council sending their Made after us?
she asked. I stilled. The High Council? That can’t be good.
To arrange a meeting with Selena Foster,
he whispered. His eyes were darting every which way, making me suspicious. Shadows danced in the corners of my vision. They whispered to me, telling me to kill him. To make him pay.
You tried to kill me,
I said flatly.
He gulped again and looked to the ground before he said, Our master told us you would be resistant and to use force if necessary, but that he means you no harm.
Why does the High Council want me?
I asked, gritting my teeth.
My master did not share his wishes with me. My instructions were to deliver this message and not tell his would-be queen,
the Vampire whispered.
His would-be queen? One guess who that could be. It explained why Anastasia had so much control over the Vampires. What it didn’t explain was why he wouldn’t want her to know. Did the Vampire intend for that slip up, or if it was pure coincidence, had he given me another piece of the puzzle? He couldn’t possibly be that stupid.
Your master sent you to retrieve me, and you say he means no harm?
The Vampire nodded. His skin was mostly healed, but still painted by his own blood. His face would have been lovely, if not for the red eyes. Too bad for him it took more than a lovely face to make me forgive lies. I may not be a truthsayer, but the helicopters in the distance probably weren’t a coincidence. We didn’t have more than five minutes if my instincts were right.
I don’t believe you,
I snarled, plunging my hand into his chest.
His blood reeked of wrongness and that feeling intensified as I gripped his cold heart in one hand. The Vampire gasped, his eyes wide with terror.
They’re coming, Selena,
Aaron ushered. I needed to end this.
Take no prisoners. Leave no messengers.
I know,
I said, leaning forward. My lips were only a hairsbreadth from the Made when I whispered, You’re stalling. I know a liar when I see one.
Vampires were the spawn of demons and my kind. Made or Born, they died the same.
Burning. Beheading. I settled for ripping his heart out and leaving it on the ground next to him. That would be the only message I sent to the High Council and their queen.
I am alive. I am fighting, and one day—I am coming for you.
With that, I turned and walked away, my hand still black with his blood and dripping from the wrist down. My team stood in a loose semi-circle watching, their expressions stark. Somber. The helicopters in the distance were only minutes out and the sirens were steadily approaching.
Where’s your contact?
I asked Johanna. She stood regal despite our impending doom, should Anastasia’s lackeys arrive.
He’s coming,
she answered, meeting my glare with a leveled stare.
What do you mean ‘he’s coming’?
For fuck’s sake, Selena. I said he’s bloody com—
The air in front of me shimmered. Gold particles that looked like glitter shifted and merged into the form of a human. A man. Within seconds, the outlines of a face and eyes appeared. Clothes took shape. A crop of hair appeared.
The air stood still as a golden statue emerged in front of me. Then it blinked and the gold faded, revealing a young man with dark blonde hair and honey-colored eyes. Half breed.
Johanna stepped up to say something, but the boy didn’t appear to be listening. He had his eyes glued on me.
Eh, what is this?
he said, motioning towards me like a piece of distasteful furniture. I specifically told you that we couldn’t take her in. The alpha cannot—
Cade?
Aaron asked. The golden-boy turned, his anger temporarily forgotten as a smile lit his features.
Ash?
Cade asked, disbelieving. He strode forward to clap him on the back.
Ash?
It’s Aaron now,
he answered. His dark eyes flicked to me as if he were answering us both.
Of course,
Cade murmured. I’m so sorry about—
Cade!
Amber yelled, ducking around Johanna to face the newcomer.
The golden-boy pulled back from Aaron, his head perking up and looking for where the yell came from. The two locked eyes and