SILAS POV
The walls were thin, cheap, peeling in places, but Trish’s spells pressed against them like invisible padding, swallowing sound, sealing the space off from the rest of the world.
No one would hear screams in here.
If there were screams.
Max was already dead, and the violence that still lived in my veins had nowhere to go now. It turned inward instead, grinding against my ribs, clawing at my spine, begging for release. Rage without an outlet was its own kind of torture.
The vampire lay on the floor, bound in silver cuffs at her wrists and ankles, her body twisted unnaturally where Heat had dropped her. Her neck was already healing from the bruises. Vampires were hard to kill, but not impossible.
I could end her.
Every instinct I had screamed for it.
Seiryu prowled under m
