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She got up to pace the rug, worrying about Ettore And the ue attack was actually rando to do with it?

She didn’t want to think about the vision she had scried earlier, but the truth was his hideous face had been seared into her liain, she needed to see if she could learn anything ht help Ettore and the Order prepare to destroy hiun into the small kitchen with her, she retrieved a rustic stone bowl and filled it ater froh Scythe didn’t require mundane food or drink for nourishment as one of the Breed, his modest home had apparently been outfitted for hu to ignore all of the pain and death taking place outside her shelter She focused all of her concentration on the clear pool, but nothing happened

She tried again, praying for so

But the water gave her nothing

Her gift refused to co her eyes and lowering her head into her palain, she did see a face reflected in the water

Vito Massioni’s hideous, disfigured face His unblinking eyes stared back at her, the alow of the the twin daggers of his elongated fangs

"Hello, Arabella"

Oh, God

No

She screamed and wheeled around, horrified to find the Breed un, but Massioni was much faster With barely a sweep of his ar into the other roorabbed a fist full of her long blonde hair and yanked her back She crashed against hi at the foul stench of soured blood and death that clung to him

"Didn’t I warn you never to crossas steel His breath was hot and rank as it wormed into her ear "Didn’t I tell you there was nowhere you could run that I wouldn’t find you? Your fa, wet sound "Did you think I was so careless that I wouldn’t take steps to ht to you The Rogues ensured that the warrior from the Order would have no choice but to leave you unattended"

Nausea swamped her, not only from the horror of their mistake, but froling in vain to break loose "Let irl Didn’t I tell you there would be pain if you deceived ht, but it was no use Even severely injured from the blast that should have killed hi

He was also deadly, even though his burned,on his forearms despite the massive amount of blood he had likely consuaze fixed on the worst of the wounds that led the flesh of his aron after all Her bile churned, but she pushed past it to dig her fingers as deep and as savagely as she could into the ruined rasp loosened in reflex to the pain, she threw herself out of his grip Stu area, hope surging through her

But it was short-lived

Chiara rushed out of the far chamber "Bella? Oh, ht Pietro out of the bedroom behind her

What happened next occurred so quickly, Bella could hardly coony and anger The next, he had Pietro by the wrist, holding the little boy up like a prize Like a slab of ht on a butcher’s hook

Massioni’s ae He snorted and sniffled, his lips peeling back fros There was a deep aze In his feral, blood-stained face