A Costly Warning

SPECIAL CHAPTER: BIANCA CRUZ’S POV

I stood just outside the threshold, staring at the blood-stained floor like it might blink and vanish if I looked hard enough. It didn’t. The smell was still fresh, coppery and bitter, crawling down the back of my throat. I heard Enzo say something behind me, maybe to Freya, maybe to himself. I didn’t care.

Two vampires. Dead. Two of my best. Men who could make a