And Then There Were Four novel Chapter 352

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For years I had been waiting for the moment I would regain my freedom, and with every passing second, I survived in a world that didn't want me. I dreamt of the day I would get my revenge.

The day I would be able to regain who I truly was and make my way back into a world I would punish for treating me the way it did. Power, it was the ultimate sacrifice, and with the death of so many, balance would be restored.

The distant dripping of water from the pipes within the darkness was the only thing that reminded me of where I was. I was unfairly punished for trying to correct the evils of the world. Evils the gods themselves didn't deem important enough to be tampered with.

Sitting upon the small cot in my cell, I stared off into the darkness, waiting for anything to remind me I wasn't alone in the plans of my rebellion. Day and night, for years, I had been formulating my plan. Making sure nothing could happen to detour what needed to be done.

A plan that would get me back to my one true love. A woman with raven black hair as deep as the night, with eyes so blue they reminded me of the sea. Her love was the only thing that made me feel mortal in a world of souls who didn't die.

I had no doubt she was waiting for me. No doubt when I got back to her, she would be in the same small cabin we shared in the woods, anticipating when I would walk back through its front doors.

It was funny what love could do to us in the weakest of moments. How one single kiss could change your entire life, and how quickly that love could be snatched away from you when you least expect it.

"M'lord," a soft voice called from within the darkness, "things are more complicated than we would have liked."

My eyes darted to the red-haired woman I was all too familiar with. "Inanna…"

The moment she came into view, she dropped to her knees before me as if to worship who I was, even if she was technically my equal in a way. As her golden green eyes gazed up at me from the floor, I couldn't help but see how truly wicked she was.

"The girl… she isn't doing as we would have hoped."

Of course, she wasn't. She was just like her mother, and that was something I expected.

"So what are you going to do then?" The question posed made a blank expression cross her face as her eyes shifted from side to side, and her heart rate increased.

"M'lord," she stuttered in confusion, "shall I kill her?"

"Kill her?" The anger that crossed me over the comment was graciously expected. How could this woman think I would want the girl killed? She was important to my freedom, and without her, I would be held here indefinitely.

"Yes, I can arrange—"