Blood. There was so much blood. Splattered across the walls, pooling on the ancient stone floor, dripping from my hands as I watched Landon—my mate, my king—tear into Damian with primal fury. The Vampire King's scream pierced the air, but Landon showed no mercy, his massive clawed hands ripping into Damian's chest.
"Kill him," I whispered, my body trembling with a mixture of exhaustion and rage.
My eyes burned with tears, and I clutched the Heart and tablet closer, their weight almost unbearable as they continued to drain my energy. But I couldn't fall now. I had to stay conscious. I had to...
A terrible sound pulled my attention away from Landon's brutal attack. Across the chamber, Regina and Ronan had collapsed to their knees. The strange collars around their necks—the ones put there by Damian's mages—were glowing with an eerie blue light.
"Regina!" I tried to call, but my voice was barely a whisper.