Finare

“You stupid fuck. You played directly into my hands.” Voresta loomed over Killian’s limp form, laughing. Killian was dazed. He was utterly defenceless.

With Voresta restrained, he could work on his second objective: help Killian.

Remembering the night he was drugged in Veldmoor, he kneeled before Killian and lifted his wrist. He tore it open with his fangs before pressing the wound to Killian’s mouth.

He dragged Killian’s body away from Voresta.

He grunted with the effort, his Vampire strength no match for Killian’s sheer bulk.

“I’ll be right back, Killian.”

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