Chapter 142

• Jezelle stomped out of her chambers and down the hall to Conrad's suite, fuming all the way. Any other Vampire that was helpless, she'd just stake and get it over with. However, having Ashley waste away to nothing after exposing Jezelle's first plot to take over was better. Jezelle had wasted away to a shell of her former self with the loss of face and prestige to the point that her blood magic and whoring herself out to Conrad was her only option left.
• The guards stopped her at Conrad's door and pointed down at her thigh where her knife was at. Jezelle gave them her fake sincere smile and batted her eyes at them. "It is for the sharing of blood, no?" she said in her lousy accent. It'd taken her decades to develop it as her cover while talking halfway decent in her inner clique. After she was in charge, the French persona would be gone for good. The guards just rolled their eyes and waved her through.
• She found Conrad waiting for her in the master bedroom, naked and lounging up on the bed. Jezelle bowed meekly at the door before coming in. As she passed his desk, she paused and took the vials from her cleavage and poured them into a goblet. "A special concoction for you tonight, my Prince," she said, now sans accent, as she swirled the goblet around to mix it.