Oh, Lasher. That sexy, manipulative, tree-demon-thing. He’s been manipulating the Mayfair line for centuries, and Deirdre was his favorite toy. He literally drained her life force, feeding on her fear and love until she was a shell.
But here’s the twist: Lasher didn’t physically kill her. He weakened her to the point of no return. Think of it as a slow, psychic starvation—he’s the master chef of misery, and Deirdre was the main course.
