Beatrice is the last to go, staring at me in shock, realizing finally that she bet everything on the wrong horse. I bare my teeth at her, fangs extended, and Beatrice’s eyes go wider as she trembles and finally submits, going to her knees and bowing her head.  “Good,” I say, my voice returning to n
 Last Updated : 2024-12-17
Last Updated : 2024-12-17