Arabella's POV
What was that?
My mind couldn't stop replaying what I'd seen.
Sharp fangs. Red eyes. Blood dripping onto the floor.
Vampires.
The thought alone sent a shiver down my spine, but it was the reality of it—the visceral sight of them feeding, killing—that had my hands trembling as I gripped the edge of the table. It felt as though the air in my room had grown colder, heavier, pressing down on me.
I couldn't unsee it.
The way Thaddeus had licked his lips, his crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction. The way Gabriel had wiped the blood from his pale skin so casually, as if it were nothing. The quiet, terrifying precision in Isaac's movements as he drained the life from someone with a cold detachment.
They were everything I had been taught to fear in nightmares, yet here the
