CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“Ahhhhhhh… now, she’s beautiful,” growled Garrou, as the smell of Angie’s blood lingered thick in his sensitive nostrils, driving him mad with murder lust. “Consider that a preview of how this ends, kids. Key’s on the slab.”
He strode away, fighting the raging beast inside him. It wanted nothing more than to pivot and shred Angie right in front of Peter’s eyes, to taste her salty blood and to delight in her demolished remains. Since that would be a contravention of the plan the Supreme Tribunal forced him to accept and would displease the mages, he instead dropped to a crawl as he forced himself into the narrow corridor beyond, breaking the concrete and leaving a line of cracked walls behind him.
As Garrou pushed his way along the tunnel, thoughts of murderous destruc
