I flipped back to the page I’d been reading. “The magic that the members of the House of Ash and Shadow carried infected everything they touched. The plants started to die, the people near them began to go mad, and the fae themselves started to have evil appetites. Appetites for…blood.” A tendril of fear gripped my heart so tightly then, I nearly lost my breath. I slammed the book shut and looked at Master Clarke with wide eyes. “No.” The only fae that I knew of who had an appetite for blood were…Nightlings.
