Take Me Once, I'll Bleed You Twice novel Chapter 158

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BEATRICE

Beatrice was really fucking bored. More bored than she’d ever been in her entire life. At least in the room on the third floor there’d been a window and books with pages she could fold for entertainment. Here in the dungeon there was nothing.

It made her miss Riaghaire more than ever. And Claire, too, she supposed.

Hendricks had left in a temper when Beatrice refused to tell him what she’d noticed in the photo. Did he honestly expect her to suddenly want to cooperate with him? Sure, they’d been almost getting along, but she’d wanted something from him and being a dick wouldn’t have worked.

Once he realized she was as stubborn as always, unwilling to answer his question even after he’d so kindly given her the information she’d wanted, the Alpha had shouted he was glad she was going to die; that her death was the best outcome he could have hoped for before storming off. What a child.

His words didn’t particularly bother Beatrice. The tone, however, and volume of his voice had made her glad there were bars betweets them. She could only imagine how he’d have strangled her otherwise.

As she normally did when there was nothing else to do, Beatrice lost herself in thought. Meditation was closer to what she was doing but that would have made it sound like she had her life figured out, which was far from the truth.

She wanted to find a way to get the hell out of there, or maybe talk some sense into literally anyone – so they’d call off the execution. Even if she ended up with no good ideas, it gave her something to do.

A couple hours had passed when the sound of footsteps and creak of that damn gate brought Beatrice out of her thought rabbit hole. Blinking, she was surprised to see Tweedledick had come for a visit. What was even more surprising was how fidgety he was acting.

“Can I help you with something?,” she called out to him, hoping to convey her/annoyance without needing to put it in words.

“We received a letter,” he began, speaking slowly. Beatrice glanced at his hands and one of them was holding a folded sheet of paper. “And it’s about you.”

About her? That was unexpected. “What’s it say?,” she asked before she could stop herself. Boredom and curiosity would be the death of her

really, since her actual death was scheduled for later that night.

well, not

“See for yourself,” he replied as he crouched and flicked the letter across the floor. It skidded to a stop within arm’s reach. Beatrice was amused that he hadn’t forced her to fetch it from him directly.

Picking it up, she unfolded the letter and began to read out loud.

To whom it may concern,

It has come to our attention that you have laid claim to the life of Beatrice Elaine Conrad. Though we understand the reasoning behind this decision, we must advise you to reconsider. As you bask in the moonlight of your Moon Goddess, so too does Beatrice Elaine Conrad share a hearth with one whom cherishes all those within their care.

Should the life of Beatrice Elaine Conrad be forfeit under the guise of her not adhering to the laws bestowed by a deity she does not nor has ever sworn servitude, the consequences delivered will be swift and of equal measure.

From whom it concerns, $#@%-

The signature at the end was a series of squiggles and loops that Beatrice didn’t bother attempting to read. She wasn’t even sure what it was supping to say.

8:38 am Pppp.

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Totalus what language it’d been written in

because it sure as shit wasn’t English.

Lowering the letter, she stared at Tweedledick. “The fuck is this suppose to even mean?”

“That’s what I want to know,” was his response. “Who wrote that?”

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