Chapter 270 - A Visitor Of Death

Belladonna took in a deep breath as she toyed with the ring on her finger. Her gaze was fixed on the Blood Moon that stood rigid in the night sky.

She could feel an odd sense of responsibility on her shoulders, as she slipped the twig - the prepared weapon, into her long, white chiffon dress. The gown that was planned for the grand wedding was more elaborate than this. Far more, she couldn't wait to wear it.

That would be taking place in a week though. Tonight, however, was for the wedding ritual.

Tonight was to break curses and find out hidden secrets.

Tonight was for killing.

She turned away from the window and went to the mirror, her face had been moderately dolled up. Something about that reminded her of how her mother had dressed her for the Choosing Ritual. She was probably dead now.

Good.

Belladonna traced a finger across a line of the henna Eli had taken his time to tattoo on her head again.