It’s a heinous crime to reject your mates. Among our kind, only the truly evil would choose to destroy something so sacred. I remain silent…until Scythe advances towards me, looking like the devil himself with the darkness that wraps around him. It’s then that I see what he has in his hands. A shining length of obsidian chain. Terror that’s deeply ingrained in my being grips me in its mad fist. “No!” I scream, bucking like a donkey under Xander’s grip. “You can’t use that!”
