“Being sired is being a slave-there is no choice in having a say or even free will-that is taken. The only thing that can break this is the death of the sire themselves...and I was in no position to take a life-especially not one that promised pain to the one I loved if I attempted anything.”
Sitting in a room with boarded up windows, Lavender pulled her knees up to her chest as she could hear Alex gnawing on the bones of his victims. The knowledge she held in knowing she was responsible for this was enough to deepen the cracks in her already fragile heart. She tried to understand how Astrid could become so cruel and take the life of an innocent and make his already devastating death one even more traumatizing. Although Lavender felt a stronger connection to Drew, even when feeling anger
