Calla
What the hell was wrong with me?
I sat on the medical table while Rika cleaned my wounds, trying not to think about what had just happened. But I couldn't stop replaying it in my head.
The way Axel had looked covered in blood. The raw power in his movements as he fought. The sound of his voice when he called me his.
My body had responded like I was some kind of animal. Getting wet while people were dying around me.
This was the second time. The second f*****g time I'd gotten turned on by violence.
The first was when that vampire attacked me days ago. When Axel had saved me. I'd been terrified, but underneath the fear was something else. Something hot and needy that had scared me more than the fangs.
"You're tense," Rika said, dabbing antiseptic on my back. "Try to relax."
Rel
