Chapter Eight

The Annella Jackson we knew died that day along with those unfortunate men. The girl who rose from that blood-stained battlefield wasn't her anymore. This girl was bloodthirsty. Immediately after the battle, her father congratulated her and took her for a walk through the hall.

"You've made me so proud, Anne. I know you don't trust me and that's okay. But you are my successor and I want to train you if you'll let me."

"What about the Sisters? Won't they be worried that I'm missing?"

"Let me deal with that, Darling. Now it's time you embraced the darkness within you."

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She felt her heartbeat race as the wild pleasure of war embraced her. She loved the way it felt as her fist collided with her next unfortunate victim's jaw. She smiled as she glanced down at the unconscious person on the floor in front of her.

She stared up at the group of muscular men hiding behind one another and sneered, "Who's next?"