*Sven*
My mind was pulling itself back together after Antonio’s attack, trying to decipher what was true and what were thoughts that were planted there by him. How Yasmin managed to survive ten years of being under constant attack by that son of a b***h, I had no idea. She was stronger than I ever thought imaginable if she managed to keep going after being through that day in and day out.
I looked over, watching as Doyal shouted before plunging his hand into his sire’s chest, pulling out his heart before doubling over in agony. “No!” I shouted, watching on in horror as others around the room fell to the floor, clutching their chests and suddenly crying out at the loss of their sire.
I looked at Charles who seemed to be thinking the same thing as me, Yasmin was in danger. “Go, we will
