Blood Betrayal

DAPHNE

I barely remembered getting out of bed.

Barely remembered throwing on a jacket or slipping on my shoes.

The only thing I could focus on—the only thing fuelling me—was the rage burning inside me as I marched to my parents’ house.

It was all I could feel. All I could think about. It consumed me, clawing at my chest, making my fingers tremble as I grabbed my keys.

I had barely slept. How could