Starved Beast. Part 12

"And your father," I muttered tonelessly to Christine, hating that memory. "Is he alive?"

Christine shook her head, dabbing a tear from her eye.

I waited.

"Father is dead."

My heart soared but my mind was incredulous. What had she said? Could it be true?

"As I've told you already, there's been a revolution..."

I couldn't believe it!

I was so happy.

"And that's how they killed him."

"I'm sorry."

De Lyons was dead, which was good news and yet bad news. I wanted him alive. Only then could I kill him.

So often I'd imagined sinking my dagger into his belly. "This is for Lescavier," I'd say as his blood lapped through my fingers. "This is for Bonnet and Trouveau, those two innocent and respectable ladies," I'd say it to him as the blood dripped down my wrists. "This is for my wonderful sisters Esme, Nicolette and Adalyn and what you did to them; and this is for Anne-Marie, my beautiful nun who did nothing more than allow me