In Professor Welshire’s fourth Fate and Fangs chronicle, Victoria uses the fallout from the American Civil War to her advantage-or so the beautiful but deadly blockade-runner hopes. After all her using, abusing, and feedings, Victoria’s slaves finally take matters into their own hands, forcing Antonio’s daughter to face her own mortality.
I felt an immense, seething, scathing pain above my left eye. Blood screamed over my vision and I tasted my own flavor as it trickled into my mouth. Yes, blood didn’t show on my black gown, but that wasn’t the point. I backed away and covered my face. I dare admit it, but I must confess I think I was stunned, even shocked. As I stumbled backward to the steps, the heathens moved forward. I think they chanted at me, me! At first they slinked together, in time with their black friends. Then they screamed and charged forth. I moved so slow! In the confusion, I couldn’t even levitate, and I tripped again on the damn hoop. I slipped and tumbled end over end down the staircase. Everything hurt as I bumped each and every friggin’ step. I felt trapped, suffocating as my petticoats wrapped around my head. I skidded and rolled down the treads and smacked flat on the landing.