Chapter Fifty-Three (Isla)

Zeeb removed the sword from my neck. I could feel the blood slide down my chest as the blade was removed. He forced me to walk with him down the hallway.

Turning to his henchmen and the witch Faye, he ordered, "Get out of here. I can't have you blowing my cover." They nodded and left, seeming to melt into the shadows of the castle.

Zeeb dragged me out of the castle. “Where are you taking me?” I bit out roughly, still struggling against his hold.

“I told you I’m your executioner. Always have been. Every time you're reborn, I find you and kill you or have one of my fallen kill you. The immortal scythe has been really handy since I stole it a thousand years ago. The witches were quick to blame the pack for the crime.”

“Fallen? Immortal scythe? That belongs to the Shadow Moon Pack. They were the ones who kept killing me.”

"Fallen is what I call the Shadow Moon Pack. Anyway, all my attempts have failed. You picked up on the poison my guard brought you, it's a shame it's so hard to mak