“You think you’re a monster, Gareth?” A sharp shake of his head, his eyes dark as he watched me move into his personal space. “No. But one lives inside every single grim.” “Do you mean the aura that all grims carry?” “The aura is just a symptom. A halo effect of the demon we contain.” “What does this demon do?” “It wants to feed. And without being contained, it will.” “What does it feed on?” By now, I was standing right in front of him. Those black eyes glinted with internal fire. “Corruption. Power. But most of all…blood. Death.”
