What have you done?
You agreed to this, you keep reminding yourself.
You’re going to get paid.
That’s all.
This is just a job.
There’s nothing wrong with it.
Right?
But the guilty feeling keeps growing inside under the fear as the blond vampire leans closer, taking a deep breath, like he’s savoring your scent.
The points of his fangs scrape your skin, and a strange, sharp pain sizzles where they brush your neck.
You let out an involuntary whimper, and the blond vampire laughs. “Don’t you like it?” he asks, his eyes flashing bright red, fingers digging into your neck so hard, you can barely breathe as you stare up at him.
It’s then that you notice the blond in his hair is flickering, a blue tone washing over his skin.
His nails lengthen into claws, and he throws his head back with a cold laugh as his fangs elongate, all his teeth growing sharp and pointed, a pair of horns sprouting from his suddenly-bald head.
“Vincentius,” you whisper, voice hoarse as terror grips your heart.
No. No! This can’t be happening.
The rich playboy blond from the penthouse party didn’t seem dangerous, but Vincentius is an entirely different matter.
You lunge out of his grasp, trying to escape, but the scaled, blue demon-vampire-whatever-he-is merely laughs.
He grabs you, shoving you back against the wall so hard, white-hot pain blossoms at the back of your head as you whimper.
How did it come to this?
He must be a shapeshifter, and he must have used the blond vampire’s appearance as a way to get past Malcolm.
“Vin—” you try, but he squeezes your neck, making you choke.
If you could just say his name again—if you could push your magic into it this time, maybe you could throw him off.
You open your mouth to try, but the big blue demon squeezes your throat until you gasp, your head throbbing.
“Don’t eventhinkabout using magic, little sorceress,” he growls, sharp teeth barred as he leans down so close, his acrid breath clouds over your skin.
You can’t move.
Can barely think.
Your head throbs from the pressure and the pain, spots glowing behind your eyes.
Is this it?
Is this how you die?
You’re going to die.
He used his shapeshifting illusion skills to impersonate the blond vampire and get into the club. And now he’s going to kill you.
