Twelve
“Fools. All of them. They have bested powerful foes in the past, but nothing like me. They have no idea what they’re dealing with. Even Perizada, the great and mighty high fae, is clueless. Before all is said and done, they will be on their knees begging for my mercy. Mercy is for the weak.” ~Celise
Celise sat in a shadowy corner booth of The Succulent Realm Tavern, watching as fae, elves, warlocks, and other supernatural beings danced to the provocative music. Although it was f*******n to use magic in these neutral establishments, power leaked from the supernaturals, brushing against her skin like electricity. Celise absorbed the energy, storing it like a cistern for later use. The Nushtonia she’d found, the book of the dead, held many secrets, including this handy little ability
