(Xeraphina’s POV)
Cortos was safe as long as I stayed alive long enough for Succubus to heal him.
“All you had to do was given in little one and none of these deaths would be necessary for me to commit.” Sjofn said arrogantly. As if any blood from here on out would be my own doing.
‘What an arrogant prick.’ Artemis growled in annoyance.
My emotions surged together, making the perfect cloak around me. I could feel my eyes changing as a small piece of my counterparts popped out. Fur of my werewolf, wings of my dragon, the fangs of my vampire and a shimmery black dress of my witch's form. I felt complete, as if we five were one unit.
My fingers flexed and clenched beside me, as if it was natural. I crouched down, in a fast motion, as my fist slammed into the ground. The ground ar
