Our Vicious Descent (This Ravenous Fate #2)

Prologue

All she craved nowadays was blood. When empty, she felt a cruel longing that turned her stomach inside out, drove pain through her limbs, made her teeth beg to meet flesh. Where the tenderness gave way to blood was where she felt the most at home.

An immortal savior had taught her that. From the gentle hands that pried apart her doubts and turned the most ruined parts of her into something that could be loved, she learned to accept her changed fate.

Poison spilled between her lips with a bittersweet taste.

Her pristine white bow unraveled from her hair and wrapped around her throat like a satin noose.

It collected the blood and venom from her wounds, its soft edges seeping with rot.

From darkness she emerged, bringing light in her wake.

Mortality left her, though she would never forget the haunted spirits of mortals and knew their fates to be crueler and more lasting than divine punishments.

The poison in her writhed, promising a slow descent into ruin, where her skeleton would rub away into dust and all that would be left were the memories of her.

Memories that would be met with apathy.

Now she crushed her white ribbon in her hand.

The bow still dripped; it deigned to turn away from the hollowing of her and face the heat of her rage.

She let blood spill where her flesh had become a grave and welcomed the monstrous urges claiming her mind.

For she did not only need blood; she wanted it.

She would be a warning—a catastrophe in the dark that couldn’t be ignored.

She would turn her ruination into blessings. A nasty, vicious little creature was what they called her. But she would be worse.