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Destruction, the sword, might come out and play.

As for Mathew’s demise…

She was the one who put him on the list to reap so that he would appear on Death’s radar. Then, Death wouldn’t be able to help himself, but tell his mate.

It worked out perfectly.

She was playing the long con, and they’d fallen for it. Nothing happened in life without her consent.

NOTHING.

And that they’d not noticed?

After all, the vampyre had been raising hell in Paris, and she knew they’d want that stopped.

They didn’t see this coming?

Tsk.

Tsk.

Now, she needed to use the killer in front of her as bait.

Oh, he’d do some damage, but he’d also be handled at one point by Death. That made cleanup on this one, not her problem.

Yeah, with this madness…he’d do the job.

Fate watched out for damaged beings like him so that she could play with them when needed, and now, he was definitely going to work out perfectly.

Death would regret destroying her garden twice in one day. He would regret so many things, and she couldn’t wait for him to suffer.

When Rinnon went, so did Flynn, his vessel, and when two of the three mates were gone, Jolie would crumble.

She’d be destroyed.

That would leave Death all alone, and hers.

He was the weaker sibling, simply because while he had Death one-point-oh’s memories, he didn’t have her full gifts.

He was a baby Death.

She was the original Fate.

That wasn’t a match he could win.

“Well, then, go find him. Kill, destroy, and bring back an army. I’ll find you again, and when I do, Mathew, you will be rewarded.”

She walked toward him, and he reeked of madness and evil—and that was the kind of perversion she liked in her minions.

Yeah, it was a good smell on him.

Touching his forehead, she muttered the ancient spell that was hers to pass to him for a limited time so that he could play necromancer.

She hoped he used it well in the hunt forThe Necromancer’s Sword.

As she cast the spell, his body vibrated, and then, he screamed in pain as the gift was passed to him.

It.