The scent of her blood hits me and my eyes hyper-focus.
“Kill them all.” Her words are laced with pure, unadulteratedhate, and it sends a chill down my spine.
Just as we pass the final streetlight, Sidence Tower looms on our right. I’m no expert in riding, but I’ve got balance—thank the Gods—because Xera tosses herself off the moving motorcycle.
The Crimson Dawn blankets the street as I throw myself off the bike. I flip mid-air, landing on my feet, instinctively reaching for Mister to make sure he didn’t tumble off. His claws are dug deep into my skin, and I’m not sure why I was worried—he wasn’t going anywhere.
My bike slams into a vehicle, and the explosion accompanies screams of pure terror. The place is stained red not just from Kayn’s Crimson Dawn, but also from Xeraphine drenching the area in blood. She stands in a grouping of authorities and civilians, holding a severed head in her grip.
This is it.
Here we go.
Chapter 56
Xeraphine
Revenge is my drug of choice. Once I’ve had a taste, no amount of therapy or treatment could keep me from craving more. The moment it hits my senses, a shiver runs through me. The smell of copper, the taste of metal, the vibration of death sweeping over them as they take their last breath.
It's euphoric… taking someone’s life.
My fingers hold tightly to the short hair of the man I just decapitated, and the chaos that ensues from such a single act, has my stomach fluttering with butterflies.
A dozen—no,several dozen—men and women pour out of the towering skyscraper, its lights dimmed under Kayn’s Crimson Dawn. My prey varies: Vampires, Shifters, even Werewolves. Yet they don’t stop, and among them, I can feel civilians, people with no business in my affairs, stepping up to stand alongside them.
I grin, running my tongue across my front teeth.
“I’d tell you to let me through or face death, but even if you stepped aside… I’d still hunt and kill you.”
In my peripheral, I catch a flash of movement—a wolf lunging straight at me. Before I can react, Brice is already there, his jaws locked around its neck. He dwarfs his opponent, towering over it with ease. I suppose that’s to be expected, considering he’s from the strongest pack our side of the hemisphere has ever seen.
With a hard crunch, the whimpers of the wolf in his mouth die quickly.
I shift my gaze forward, and soon feel the presence of Kairhyse standing behind me. “Would you like to try something, little demon?”
“Now? Seriously?” I ask, my tone dripping with contempt.
“What better time?” He steps slightly in front of me andgives me a smirk. “During the Crimson Dawn, I have no limits on the number of shadows I can summon.”
My eyes widen because that seemsimpossible.
The sudden glowing of his crimson eyes makes my heart beat quicker, and as his fangs elongate, I cansensemore of him. When gasps and shrieks echo around me, I tear my gaze from his.
Every enemy in my line of sight is cloaked in one of his shadows. There’s no hesitation—no moment to react. As swiftly as they appear, the shadows strike, latching onto their targets, piercing necks, arms, wherever they can.
It’s not just Kai who trembles. A sharp jolt of electricity shoots down my spine.
I can feel them. All of them, and not in the sense of my lifeforce. It isn’t my Amoro that is reaching, but instead, my blood. It’s like I can feel myself flowing through them, and when I look up at Kai, he’s panting.
“How?”
With a light chuckle, he waves his hand. “It copiesallof my bodily fluids, and baby, your blood is all that flows through me these days.”
My heart races.
“Paint the town red, little demon.”
I step forward, a rush of excitement surging through my arms as I slowly raise them. It’s as if each body is a puppet, their strings tethered to my fingers. A sharp pinch at my fingertips jolts my entire body to life.
