The wind screams through the empty corridors, but I barely notice it. My eyes are fixed on the courtyard beyond, where chaos has already taken root. Callum is gone. Chrissie is gone. Only the aftermath, a twisted, snarling mass of what used to be.
Callum’s reckless obsession has left me no choice. His actions, his hubris, are forcing my hand. If he believes he can play gods with dark magic and unleash chaos without consequence, then I will give him exactly what he fears. I will take Chrissie’s demon blood, and I will turn my men into beasts. Feral. Rabid. Unstoppable.
Her gift, her blood, will be my weapon now. I will make my soldiers into monsters, driven solely by primal fury, immune to fear, immune to control. Because if Callum thinks he’s the only one capable of wielding darkness, th
