Killian
He was surprised to learn that Ivy had gained a Blood Gift after her Ascension. Blood Gifts were rare these nights, and he could count Vampires he knew who’d been blessed with Gifts on one hand. Was he now one of them?
He hadn’t told her everything, but he told her more than he’d told anyone else. He felt compelled to bare his soul to her, because he needed her to see him for who he really was. He didn’t know why it meant as much to him as it did.
Leseldh thinks I’m his Resonant. Remembering Ivy’s words filled him with an unreasonable amount of rage. Although it was not news to him, when he heard Ivy utter those words tonight, the information filled him with anger that simmered beneath his skin.
He clutched at that anger and let it fill him, and he felt himself getting hot, much like he did inside the coffin.
He clenched his fist in front of him and pictured Leseldh kissing Ivy in the theatre, while he watched on from the lower level.
His hand continued to heat up, and eventually a bright light flashed from between his fingers.
He opened his hand, and a fireball burst to life, before sputtering to nothing.
What the fuck? Killian turned his hand over to inspect it. Vampires were vulnerable to fire, yet he was unharmed and felt no pain. For the second time tonight, he’d conjured flame and lived to tell the story.
His mind began to race, and a plan bloomed to life. Killian jumped out of his seat and hurried back upstairs on whisper-quiet feet, changing into his usual black garb before heading for the door, snatching up his keys and Cataplexis on his way out.