Tasting Darkness

Read Taming Darkness By Jessica Hall Book 3 Chapter 19 – Thankfully, I have forged my own path and was like neither of my parents. Both were inherently evil in their own sick and twisted ways, with plans for power and domination. After everything that had come to light, experiencing what Darius had at the hands of my father, through his memories, and what I had witnessed firsthand of my mother, I could wholeheartedly say I am a better person than they were, and apparently smarter too.

Maybe she’d been too enamored with the idea that she had finally won against me to even notice the walls of my trap closing in. She hadn’t overpowered me, even if she believed that to be the case, but my only goal had been to get my mate’s out. Not only out of that awful place, but far away from the eyes of my mother. Her hatred for them clouded the reality of what was actually going on. They were her kryptonite, which I would use to my full advantage, keeping her focused where I wanted.

As much as they played a part, it seemed I was enough of a distraction, her grand prize, the main attraction of all the twisted I things she had worked so hard to accomplish. I was to be the key to everything she had ever wanted to become.

From the moment I’d decided to go after my mother, I was aware I would do whatever it took to ensure the safety of my mates, even let them think I risked my life for them. It was a small price to pay for the song of revenge that played beneath my breath.

Given the choice of suffering their wrath over having to watch them in agony another moment, it was not one I had to think about. What she attempted to do to all of them inside that barrier had been enough to cement my decision. I would not be the reason they lost their lives.

Keeping in the forefront of my mind that my mates were not just Demonic-fae. Tobias was Vampiric fae, Lycus was Were-fae and Kalen, he was darkness. For these reasons, I had forced each of my mates through that portal and ignored their reactions. My mother would have killed them without a second thought. Her precious crystal would have drained my power, and we all would have been immobilized.

temporarily defenceless to her power, which was more than enough time for that vicious woman to extinguish

successful. I needed to get caught and taken away from them. I’d allowed my mother to tap into my magic, as a distraction, so she wouldn’t touch theirs. It was risky, that woman’s greed knew no bounds, but that worked

she would have syphoned all their magic, leaving them and

overlooked an extremely important detail. Her demonic crystals did weaken

It filled my being and overrode the shackles she’d constructed to take down a Demonic -Fae. That dark side of me was gone, it had burned out the moment her crystal towers zapped the power

more to it. It would be something to figure out later if time permitted. One thing was painfully clear, my mother kept underestimating me and what I was

to my previous actions, my current ones, and how I was acting now. She was so tied up in herself, she probably

I hadn’t resisted, tried to fight back, or didn’t spit profanities, at least out loud. I was acting like

was almost laughable, she believed that she was the one who had trapped me. That she could just drain me