“I suppose you could call it that,” Erik mused. “It’s a gift from the gods. Valentina was once a very different kind of being to the vampires. Since I sired her, she has kept many of her ancient powers.” “What was she...before?” I asked, my pulse thrashing in my ears. His answer was another riddle for me to dwell on, and it struck a strange kind of feeling in the pit of my stomach that felt like a warning. “Our enemy. A slayer of the Clan of Storms.”
