Desecrated Beauty (Twisted Fairy Tales #1) by Kyleigh Castronaro
Authors: Kyleigh Castronaro
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“How’s your heart doing?” Rose whispered softly, no doubt hoping that only Quill would hear the question. She didn’t need to see Orion to know he had heard, he was trained to pick up on things like whispers when it came to tracking or hunting.
“We’ll talk about it later.” Quill brushed her off, only mildly feeling bad for doing so, but she didn’t want to talk details with Orion listening so carefully.
“So, the man at the podium, was he your patron?”
Rose shook her head, “no, he was an employee of my patron.”
“Who is your patron?”
“Who was my patron you mean?” She could tell her sister was smiling by the tone of her voice. Trading herself for Rose was worth it, she had no doubt.
“Yes.” She smiled back even if Rose couldn’t see her right now.
“He was powerful, but he’s not one of the elite. There’s a council, he’s not on it, but he’s old enough to be though.” Old enough? He looked 23 and as far as Quill knew most councils consisted of arrogant old men who made others do their dirty work. “He chooses not to be, he doesn’t want to be involved with politics.”
“If he doesn’t want to be involved with politics then why he is auctioning off Desecrated members that they kidnapped?”
“Well, I said he doesn’t like to be involved with politics, but I mean their politics. He wants to be involved in our politics because it gives him leverage.”
“But he doesn’t want the power of this council or whatever?” I didn’t understand what she was talking about. Not that it helped that she was been deliberately vague.
“No, he doesn’t. He’s not interested in being a lawmaker, but he likes the power.”
“So… He controls the auction to have power?”
“Does that make sense?”
“Not …”
“It is difficult to understand unless you know the whole scenario.”
“You’ll tell me right? Eventually?”
“Eventually,” Rose promised just as they reached the door leading to the main entrance. As they entered, Quill watched her sister’s expression. She wanted to see how Rose reacted to the home the Desecrated had forged underground for themselves. It was rudimentary at best, a shoddy reconstruction of a reality they were no long apart of, but it was home. So it had to be cozy in some way - didn’t it?
It had been so long since the last time Quill had seen her sister she knew she had changed in drastic ways thanks to the rigorous training she’d undergone under the thumb of her father. Staying behind had felt like the only option open to her even after finding out about her heart condition from the doctor. But Rose had insisted that she leave and run while she had the chance, knowing that the life she would live at home with them would eventually, literally, kill her.
She hadn’t wanted to leave Rose behind. Only because she felt the small fear in the back of her mind that her sister might become the target of her father’s fanaticism once she was gone. She wanted to ask Rose if this was the case, but even she didn’t like talking about her childhood - not even to Rose. She would’ve rather Rose live in ignorance of the things she’d endured growing up, but it was too late now to take back all the things both girls had seen.
Instead, Quill was left wondering how different Rose was from the shy, docile creature she’d left behind. From the sight of the woman on stage, she could see that side of her had never been squashed or if it had Rose had learned when to turn it on and off to please her patron. Quill had never undergone subscriber training because she had always known that wasn’t her path. Her father explicitly reminded her day in and day out that she was to be the son he never had and she was going to make him proud by joining the agency.
Even if that was the last thing Quill wanted.
The funny thing was that once she joined the Desecrated they had asked her what it was she wanted to do for them and she had turned to the
“How’s your heart doing?” Rose whispered softly, no doubt hoping that only Quill would hear the question. She didn’t need to see Orion to know he had heard, he was trained to pick up on things like whispers when it came to tracking or hunting.
“We’ll talk about it later.” Quill brushed her off, only mildly feeling bad for doing so, but she didn’t want to talk details with Orion listening so carefully.
“So, the man at the podium, was he your patron?”
Rose shook her head, “no, he was an employee of my patron.”
“Who is your patron?”
“Who was my patron you mean?” She could tell her sister was smiling by the tone of her voice. Trading herself for Rose was worth it, she had no doubt.
“Yes.” She smiled back even if Rose couldn’t see her right now.
“He was powerful, but he’s not one of the elite. There’s a council, he’s not on it, but he’s old enough to be though.” Old enough? He looked 23 and as far as Quill knew most councils consisted of arrogant old men who made others do their dirty work. “He chooses not to be, he doesn’t want to be involved with politics.”
“If he doesn’t want to be involved with politics then why he is auctioning off Desecrated members that they kidnapped?”
“Well, I said he doesn’t like to be involved with politics, but I mean their politics. He wants to be involved in our politics because it gives him leverage.”
“But he doesn’t want the power of this council or whatever?” I didn’t understand what she was talking about. Not that it helped that she was been deliberately vague.
“No, he doesn’t. He’s not interested in being a lawmaker, but he likes the power.”
“So… He controls the auction to have power?”
“Does that make sense?”
“Not …”
“It is difficult to understand unless you know the whole scenario.”
“You’ll tell me right? Eventually?”
“Eventually,” Rose promised just as they reached the door leading to the main entrance. As they entered, Quill watched her sister’s expression. She wanted to see how Rose reacted to the home the Desecrated had forged underground for themselves. It was rudimentary at best, a shoddy reconstruction of a reality they were no long apart of, but it was home. So it had to be cozy in some way - didn’t it?
It had been so long since the last time Quill had seen her sister she knew she had changed in drastic ways thanks to the rigorous training she’d undergone under the thumb of her father. Staying behind had felt like the only option open to her even after finding out about her heart condition from the doctor. But Rose had insisted that she leave and run while she had the chance, knowing that the life she would live at home with them would eventually, literally, kill her.
She hadn’t wanted to leave Rose behind. Only because she felt the small fear in the back of her mind that her sister might become the target of her father’s fanaticism once she was gone. She wanted to ask Rose if this was the case, but even she didn’t like talking about her childhood - not even to Rose. She would’ve rather Rose live in ignorance of the things she’d endured growing up, but it was too late now to take back all the things both girls had seen.
Instead, Quill was left wondering how different Rose was from the shy, docile creature she’d left behind. From the sight of the woman on stage, she could see that side of her had never been squashed or if it had Rose had learned when to turn it on and off to please her patron. Quill had never undergone subscriber training because she had always known that wasn’t her path. Her father explicitly reminded her day in and day out that she was to be the son he never had and she was going to make him proud by joining the agency.
Even if that was the last thing Quill wanted.
The funny thing was that once she joined the Desecrated they had asked her what it was she wanted to do for them and she had turned to the
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