Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
But now, seeing her… is that what my future is going to be?
We hit the stairs, the party's roar swelling below. Laughter cracks through the bass, bodies grinding in the haze.
Father releases me at the top, his masked face turning away without a word. He melts back into the shadows, gone as quick as he came.
I descend alone, boots heavy on the steps. Every punishment he's doled out flashes in my head. It stings, sure. Breaks you down until you rebuild harder. But her…
I'd take it all. Every lash, every chain. Let them carve me open if it keeps that spark in her eyes from snuffing out.
The thought coils tight in my gut, defiant and stupid. Down here, masks whirl closer, eyes locking on me again. One woman—red lips, feathers curling from her brow—reaches out, her nails grazing my arm.
But then a scream cuts through the music from above. Hers.
And the party's pulse stutters, just for a second, before the beat swallows it whole and the laughter of those attending chokes her screams out.
This isn't new.
The parties, the drunk, perverted mask bearers. It never bothered me before, because Father always said this was what we did. What we followed. That we all had a job to do and this was ours.
But for the first time ever, I've realized something. I don't want it. Fuck that.
Maybe I'll step up after all. Maybe I'll take everything a little more serious than I have been. But not for my father.
For her.
Gravehouse is coming
You’re co-ordinary invited to the wedding of the century..
Well. If that’s what you want to call it.
Le Boucher Sans Loi doesn't crash weddings.
He collects them.
And right now, perched somewhere she'll never think to look, he's counting bodies that don't know they're dead yet.
The bride. The groom. The bloodline.
Everyone's invited.
Not everyone leaves.
See you February 12th.