One grips my arm to steady me. The other fumbles for his phone.
"What happened? Did the vampires—"
Snap. His neck breaks in my hands, fast and sweet.
The other's eyes widen. Too late. My teeth sink into his throat. Savage, tearing.
He's dead before his phone clatters to the ground.
And the taste… Gods, the taste. Pure. Exquisite.
Blood is life stripped raw. And I want it all.
After a few wrong and bloody turns, I finally find her alone in a conference room.
Her eyes widen, skin blanching like she's seeing a ghost. She kind of is.
"Sage?" she breathes.
Right.Sage. That's what they call me. I should care that I didn't remember. I don't.
"That's me," I say, head tilting.
"But you're… dead."
I grin, bloody. "Yeah. You made sure of it."
"But… how?"
I shrug. "Maybe I'm an apparition, built from your guilty conscience, here to haunt you."
She frowns, steps back.
Time to move.
I dash. She's quick but not quick enough. We collide. Her weapon clatters as I twist her arm.
Her scream is delicious.
I slam her into the wall and catch her before she drops. She's dazed, off-balance.
Power burns through me, sharp and intoxicating. The opposite of how helpless I felt in that warehouse.
"Goodbye, big sister," I whisper in her ear.
And then I rip into her throat.
Well,fucking hell. Kayden was right. A nymph's blood is glorious.
I bite deeper, drinking as her pierced arteries pump the elixir into me. I drain every drop, then let the husk slide from my hands.
The weapon she dropped is the one I needed.Last Song of a Satyr. Perfect. I scoop it up, slide it under my belt, then search her body for more. Dual blades. A pistol loaded with bullets laced in black hawthorn.
Armed, I start walking out.
Noise rises somewhere. Probably the bodies were found. But it's not what stops me in my tracks—it's my own reflection in a glass panel. Blood everywhere. Not ideal if I don't want to stand out.
I dash, leap from the window. Land soft like a cat. Rush into the city.
