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She supposed she had her answer: running into a Darkslayer would be far worse than running into a vampire. Especially one of the Seven Devils, the most feared Darkslaying circle in the city, who’d risen in rank to the top of Angelthene’s Darkslaying pyramid in recent years.
Loren would never forget the sight of her. Of Sabrine—thrashing against the hellseher’s hold, staring helplessly through the back window as the sedan disappeared around a corner up ahead. Sabrine’s gaze was utterly broken and full of anguish. Just like Loren’s heart.
That’s so sad!
It was time. Time to lose himself to blood and gore for a while. Violence was his drug. His own personal demon. He only hoped the one waiting in the Pit would put up enough of a fight that he might not feel the need to return here tomorrow.
Another night well-spent at his favorite shithole.
😂
The girl in the reflection was a stranger—a ghost. Hollowed out and drifting through a world she no longer recognized.
