Page 17 (1/2)

I don’t move, but I don’t retreat, either “You need blood”

“Not yours,” Rylan grinds out He lifts his head and the gauntness of his cheeks make my stomach drop “Need too much”

They can’t go hunting like this They can barely move If they don’t trust me to touch them—or, rather, don’t trust themselves to allow ht fillsto keep my men safe If that means someone else has to pay the price

Well, it’s beco of a trend, isn’t it?

It’s so much easier to h I would coivable acts to keepI’m not just as monstrous as my father, but in this moment, I don’t even hesitate I take a slow step back “Stay here”

“Mina”

I hold Malachi’s gaze “Stay here I’ll be back”

“Mina”

I don’t give hiue I spin on my heel and rush back into the kitchen I had noticed a hook with keys on it by the back door Sure enough, outside, I find a tiny garage with a truck parked there It even has a full tank of gas “Thanks, Azazel,” I mutter

I don’t have , but I won’t let that stop e and kick up gravel behindout victims

I need to find a bar

7

I don’t knohat state Azazel transported us to I couldn’t guess the name of the e to find a pair of bars before too long I park and study then that’s co dark, even to my dhampir eyes The other is newer and already has a crowd of people on the patio surrounded by dangling white string lights