Your Beating Heart

BREEDER VESPERIA’S POV

"—after I slit her pretty little throat," Sylvana whispered near my ear, still laughing.

Everything stopped.

Everything crumbled under the rage that tore through me like wildfire.

"You killed her?" I shrieked.

Mirella.

My Mirella?

My vision blurred as rage took over. I clawed at her face, kicked at her thigh, anything to make her let go. Sylvana's grip tightened around me,