Voresta
“You’d never betray Leseldh like that.”
“I’d rather see your Ending at my own hand, than at that of a Maurell.” Venom coated his words, and as Ivy’s pupils dilated in fear, he knew that she believed him. He gave her one last shove against the wall before retreating from her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
“What are the gloves for?” Finare asked, a wary expression on his features.
“The less fuss you make, the sooner this will be over. But I can drag this out for as long as you like.”
Finare stilled, so Voresta stood and shifted to face the younger Vampire. He clutched Finare’s shirt to drag him to his feet. Finare leaned back against the pole and looked at Voresta with a helpless expression.
“This is going to hurt, isn’t it?” Finare asked.
Voresta slipped the gloves off his hands and cast them aside. His only reply to Finare was a slow nod.