I threw both hands up, and I cut him. You stole their mortal lives, for what, Malcolm? For what? I yelled the last, and the words held heat like the wind from some great fire. He looked at Richard, as the bed moved oddly. I remembered the feel of his lip between my teeth.
I pulled backward, and felt Damian's windpipe begin to give. I wouldn't . Alright, Mr. Not always, but often, especially if the vampire is good at fogging the mind.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.