Chapter 12: The Brutal Transition

The scream locked behind my teeth, swallowed by a blinding, tearing heat that flooded into my neck.

One second the grand hall was there—the roaring hearth, the perimeter of watching men, the high ceiling—and the next, absolute, pitch-black nothingness.

Torin didn't pull back. He took his time, his fangs anchored deep into the muscle of my neck, pumping his venom into the open wound until every tra