Igniting Cinder (The Lost Girls, #3)

by Holly Roberds

“All alone this evening?” Anastasia asks. Drusilla is behind her. A head shorter than her sister, her dark plaited back hair is a perfect contrast to her blue dress. She stares at me with those colorless snake eyes with a hunger that makes my skin itch and gives me a need to get as far away as possible. “The prince isn’t feeling well,” I say for the twentieth time in half an hour. “I think I have an idea of what’s making him sick,” Anastasia smirks knowingly. “Yes, well he thought it’d be rude to tell you to lay off that skunky perfume, so he chose the classier route of staying safe behind closed doors from your stench and bad attitude.” The words flow easily off my tongue as I search the room for the Queen. Maybe she knows more about my father. She's a resource I haven’t used before. And without Kai protecting her from every interaction threatening her little world, maybe I can get something out of her. “You little bitch,” Anastasia hisses. Drusilla’s eyes dart back and forth between us with an anticipatory grin on her face. As if she’s excited by the prospect of blood being spilled in front of her. “Now now, is that any way to talk to your future Queen?” I ask, turning to look my older stepsister in the eye. Anastasia is moments away from lunging at me and either tearing out my hair or my throat. I almost want her to do it. Let everyone witness what an uncontrolled animal she is. Just like vamps detest the sight of red, they can’t stand uncouth displays that are consider...