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    Before Vengeance (Vengeance Demons Book 0 Novella): Vengeance Demons, #0
    Before Vengeance (Vengeance Demons Book 0 Novella): Vengeance Demons, #0
    Before Vengeance (Vengeance Demons Book 0 Novella): Vengeance Demons, #0
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    Before Vengeance (Vengeance Demons Book 0 Novella): Vengeance Demons, #0

    By Louisa Lo

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    What if everything you've ever known, down to what you are, was a lie?

    Growing up in the enchanted kingdom of Dualsing, seventeen-year-old Lady Serafina has always known she's different. Her fae power never manifested itself during puberty, and her parents treated her like a tolerated houseguest rather than family. Even her childhood sweetheart, Crown Prince Eldon, distanced himself the moment he was old enough to know the secret about Serafina that everyone in their world seems to know—except her.

    Now her upcoming birthday is being treated as a national holiday by the very people who have neglected her and Serafina is developing abilities that feel terrifyingly right, but aren't fae power at all.

    As she starts to investigate her origin, Serafina has no idea she will be setting in motion events that will have far-reaching consequences not just for herself, but for all the planes.

    Note: BEFORE VENGEANCE is a prequel of VENGEANCE BE MINE.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTin Can Press
    Release dateOct 31, 2016
    ISBN9780993939655
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      Before Vengeance (Vengeance Demons Book 0 Novella) - Louisa Lo

      BEFORE

      VENGEANCE

      VENGEANCE DEMONS BOOK 0

      A Novella

      Louisa Lo

      Blurb

      What if everything you’ve ever known, down to what you are, was a lie?

      Growing up in the enchanted kingdom of Dualsing, seventeen-year-old Lady Serafina has always known she’s different. Her fae power never manifested itself during puberty, and her parents treated her like a tolerated houseguest rather than family. Even her childhood sweetheart, Crown Prince Eldon, distanced himself the moment he was old enough to know the secret about Serafina that everyone in their world seems to know—except her.

      Now her upcoming birthday is being treated as a national holiday by the very people who have neglected her and Serafina is developing abilities that feel terrifyingly right, but aren’t fae power at all.

      As she starts to investigate her origin, Serafina has no idea she will be setting in motion events that will have far-reaching consequences not just for herself, but for all the planes.

      Note: BEFORE VENGEANCE is a prequel of VENGEANCE BE MINE.

      Copyright

      Copyright © 2015, Louisa Lo

      Published by Tin Can Press

      All Rights Reserved. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, or otherwise, without expressed written permission in writing from the author.

      Cover Design: Jacqueline Sweet

      Cover Photo: Sara Eirew

      Editing: Joshua Essoe and Jena O’Connor

      Beta Reading: Christie Stratos and Gina Grant

      Interior Design: Tin Can Press

      Before Vengeance/Louisa Lo—1st edition

      ISBN: 978-0-9939396-5-5

      Dedication

      To Austin.

      Chapter One

      Serafina

      Under the fading sun, I hurried past the palace square, keeping my shoulders slumped and my eyes downcast. To the conversing nobles in the vicinity, all they saw was a misfit. Someone looking to avoid trouble and attention.

      The truth was, I was trying to avoid bringing attention to the trouble I might cause.

      Lady Serafina, Alston, the royal butler, called from behind me.

      I whirled around on the smooth, white marble floor. Alston balanced a jug of honey in each hand. The lower grade honey was intended as payments to the brownies for their housekeeping service.

      I tried to concentrate on Alston’s words, and not the fact that the honey had been skimmed off the top by the butler.

      Damn my keen sense of right and wrong, so utterly opposed to what everyone else on this plane considered normal.

      M’lady, the imposing butler seemed disgusted with himself for having to address me. He didn’t even bother with a bow. I’m to inform you that on the day of the Crossover, you’re to come to the South Tower before dawn.

      I nodded and started walking, hoping that would be all.

      One more thing, Alston blocked my path, his eyes dropped to my neck with deep disapproval. May I remind you to wear the Eye of Sebille at all times. I cannot stress enough the importance of it.

      A couple of noble ladies close by snickered at me, their laughter rang across the square like bells. Their pixies, taking cue from their mistresses, zoomed right by my braid rather than keeping a respectable distance.

      I swallowed, my fingers brushed against my bare neck of their own accord. The Eye of Sebille was a long necklace with a bejeweled, egg-sized pendant. I hated wearing it. Not just because of its dead weight and sharp surface, but because of the mystery it represented.

      In all my seventeen summers, I had never laid eyes on the Sebille family heirloom. Now, I was suddenly expected to wear it all the time. Why? Did it have something to do with my birthday?

      When Alston passed by me, one of the honey jugs brushed against my arm. As the glass made contact with my exposed skin, sensations exploded though my system. It was as though in that moment, I could feel the hardship of the brownies, thankless servants little better than slaves. I felt their every yawn, every sore muscle, and every blister.

      A brownie would have to work all year long just to get a single jug of cheap honey. To have over a third of it taken away by someone in a position of power…

      It wasn’t right.

      The injustices they suffered crashed through me like a tidal wave, stealing my breath and making my fists clench. But when the torrent of indignation passed, what was left in its place was a dead calm.

      As I watched Alston’s retreating back, a song rose in me like a long-forgotten nursery rhyme:

      Honey, they say you never go bad.

      Make an exception,

      For he who made the brownies sad.

      Before Alston reached the corner of the palace square, he doubled over with pain. He dropped the jugs and collapsed on the floor, curling into a fetal position. He groaned, his arrogant and formidable demeanor gone.

      The jugs bounced off the marble floor and landed on a small wooden patio table nearby, without a crack to the glass or a single drop of honey spilling.

      Somehow, I knew Alston was in for a long night of food poisoning, just like I knew the brownies, to whom the jugs belonged, would find the honey tasted twice as sweet as it normally would. I had no idea how I knew. I just did.

      A crowd started to gather around the stricken man. A low murmur buzzed like bees amongst the pathetic sobs of the butler. The sounds shook me out of whatever trance I had been under, and my calmness evaporated in an instant. I left the scene with terror coursing through my veins, and I almost gave into the urge to break into a run.

      Oh no, not again. What have I done?

      For me, puberty had come and gone with my fae magic never making an appearance. I accepted that, along with the nasty whispers and dirty looks that came with being an Inadequate—a fae born without magical abilities. But in the past few months I could’ve sworn that I had come into some sort of power. Though if that were true, it wasn’t like any magic I’d seen or heard of before.

      In the beginning it was the little things. A merchant happened

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