Rise (Camille Bishop Book 3)
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“You know you'll never walk out of here.” He tried to keep his breathing calm.
I laughed loudly. “Is that a joke? I am the strongest you ever had, by your own admission. And I have two guns. If it’s my time to die, so be it, but I don’t think it is.”
He began to breathe heavily, snarling out. “I did my job, Frost. What do you expect?”
“They all died, and you don’t even care. How many were there before us? Hundreds? How many have to die before you give a shit?” Before he could reply I put a bullet between his eyes.
The other priestess attempted to dart past me, looking for any chance to run. I grabbed her before she got to the door.
Holding tightly to her throat, I squeezed until her eyes watered than shoved my gun in her face. The hot barrel made a strange sound on her skin. A scar would be a constant reminder.
“You tell them.” I growled in a low voice. “Tell them Kennedy Frost is done. Do you understand? And if they come looking for me they will regret it. Are we clear?”
She nodded quickly and I released her. Watching as she ran out, I stood alone again, but I knew the others were with me. Wiggling my fingers by my side, I imagine Jack coming up beside me and taking my hand as he did so many times before. I needed to really drive my point home; Jack would have called it something clever like dotting my i's.
I searched the room for ingredients, and within ten minutes the room went ablaze and I'd found Windsor's keys and phone.
Fire had a way of cleansing all your sins. I could wipe my slate clean.
With the rising sun, it finished. Every location of the Order of Nevar that I could drive to burned. At each location I found someone, one person left to say my name to the others and tell my story.
The name Kennedy Frost would now live in infamy among their ranks.
The strongest.
The survivor.
The final girl.
acknowledgments.
This book came together differently than the others. Mostly because the world around me has changed, I thought it was time for a change.
I know you’re probably wondering, dear reader, if this is the end for our intrepid little prophecy girl, and I can assure you it’s not. It’s only the end of this part of the story, with much more to come. Thank you for taking part up to this point and I hope you continue on this new path.
I want to take a little time to thank RM Gilmore, whose sound advice and wisdom have kept me going through so many levels of crazy I don’t know where to begin. Thank you Tara Dawn for always being a shining light in the darkness.
Thank you to my father, Lawrence Maurice, for his editorial assistance and words of encouragement. I am overwhelmed with joy to have you along on this journey.
Thank you, as always to my husband Michael, for not thinking that I’m crazy and keeping me sane in this insanity.
And thank you again, dear reader, for coming back and hanging out with me. Show your love for Camille and any book by leaving a review anywhere you make your purchase.
about ravin tija maurice
Ravin Tija Maurice lives in Mississauga, Ontario, Canada with her husband and daughter.
Her books span several time periods and feature a diverse cast of characters, all with a paranormal twist. She loves to binge watch television shows, has a large collection of stuffed animals, and is a history geek. A lifelong writer, she is constantly trying to find ways to grow and learn new skills.
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