Chapter 22

That was strike one. Her birthplace was far more complicated than the Pit. The words moved faster as time distorted around her, but she was able to make out a few more words that described how she preyed on innocent and guilty alike.

Not anymore. That was strike two. If she tried to go through the rune now, she might make it, but would be severely weakened. The words were moving very fast now, and she took them in, hoping to find what she needed that would ensure her escape.

She caught the final mistake she needed, then walked up to Cyrus and faced him with a huge grin on her face. What was about to happen would hurt like a bitch, but would be way more entertaining than Hell, and he wouldn’t see it coming.

The rune described how she was bound to a female master. Technically, she was bound to two masters, and that was all she needed.

“Strike three, fucker.” She shoved her hands through the runic ward, which sent a painful surge of electricity through her entir