The Mark of Fate: Book 3 of The Marked series by Ford, Rinna (romantic love story reading .TXT) 📕

“Did you ask him to come?” I asked Xan.

“Not exactly,” Chei Yun chimed in and rounded the table, walking toward me.

My eyes began to glow red, making him pause like the smart dragon he was.

“Emi, cool it, baby,” Xan whispered. It wasn’t a warning, he was trying to calm me down so I wouldn’t do something I’d regret, like maim a councilman.

I closed my eyes and felt my vampire slide away, just to the edge. She’d be there in an instant if I felt the need to bring her back out.

“Then why are you here?” I asked.

“He’s here on behalf of the rebellion,” Amos said. “He, like the rest of the members of the Council, know about our cause, but unlike them, he is on our side and has offered his help.”

“And you believed him? You do realize that because of this man’s actions, your son, my father, is dead and I was sent away.”

“Emi…”

“Don’t, Xan,” I snapped at him. “I know he’s your father and you love him and I don’t blame or resent you for it. Not even a little bit, but dammit, I’m still furious over this! I trust Irna more than I trust that man!”

I jammed my finger in Chei Yun’s direction, emphasizing who exactly I was talking about then looked at my grandfather.

“And I don’t understand how you haven’t ripped him to shreds for even being in the same room as you!”

Amos’ jaw hardened and he looked away. He was pissed, most likely at me for pointing it out to him and everyone in the room. They were all aware of our shared history, but they were ignoring it for the sake of their rebellion, while I didn’t want anything to do with the man.

“Mon ange, calm yourself.” Della Liu scowled at me and stood up from a high backed chair near the window. I didn’t see her there until she addressed me, but in my defense, I was hyper focused on her mate up to that point.

“Your mom’s here too?” I asked Xan and his nostrils flared. He was pissed at me too.

“Xander and Chei Yun knew you would be angry, so I decided to come as well. However, they didn’t realize how angry you would be. Is it your vampire side that makes you so?”

She glided across the floor on tall stilettos as if she were floating until she stood right in front of me. Della Liu was pure class and grace, and it wasn’t just because of her French accent. It was the way she looked at someone, the way she carried herself… and the fact that she was disappointed in me made me feel like total shit.

“I have every right to be angry for what your mate did to me and my family. So does my grandfather.”

“Yes, you do,” she replied, “but now is not the time or place to voice your hatred.”

I sighed, “You’re right. I’m sorry, Amos, Xan.” I made no effort to apologize to Chei Yun and I never would. Della seemed even more disappointed when she realized that, but I willed myself not to care.

“Now, if there are no more outbursts, shall we get back to it?” Amos stared at me, his eyes hard and I knew I was in for it after the meeting was over.

I glanced at Xan and he gave me a very similar look that my grandfather was giving me. Ugh. I was really in for it.

Chei Yun looked away from me and toward Amos, nodding once before returning to the table. Della walked over to her mate and stood next to him, telling me where she stood with everything that just happened, not that I’d expected anything different. Matias slipped his cool hand into mine and led me to the table as well so we could be a part of the meeting.

Since waking up after being stabbed by that psycho caster, Michael Ironshot, my mates and I were included in the rebellion’s planning, thanks to my grandfather. He convinced his superiors that we were to play a part in whatever was happening and we’d do it with or without them because that was what fate had decided.

Because of Amos, we weren’t alone anymore and we had the support we needed, but there was always red tape to go through to get anything done. Since that crazy morning at Devlin’s cabin, the rebellion decided to step up their plans of overthrowing the Council. They’d become more aggressive and began working on an outing campaign of sorts.

They wanted the supernatural society to see what their leaders were doing and take up arms with us. It was a lofty goal, and one they were all fully on board with. That was, everyone but me. Even Xander liked the idea, though he was up for a little destruction too. My only thought about it was that it would take too long and because of that, there were too many chances for it to go completely wrong. I felt like we needed to destroy the Council quickly and decisively, but alas, I was outvoted.

If you were to really think about their plan and that messed up prophecy, then I would play a much bigger role than I wanted to when it was all said and done. Me, not anyone else. From the way the men and women in charge were looking at me, the way they didn’t reprimand me for my outburst, they all believed in the prophecy. Not only did they involve me in meetings, me, a person new to the supernatural society who had trouble controlling her powers, but they let me get away with calling out a member of the Council that had offered his help. They would rather insult him than me. Thinking about that made me feel even more like shit.

“What do you think, Emelia?” Brak, a vampire from the rebellion, looked at me and asked. They had been having their meeting while I was