My heart was pumping in my ears. I was trying to breathe and concentrate. I was standing in front of the door. Storming in would be the best and fastest approach to catch them by surprise. I put on my leather gloves and fixed them on my hands. Then I took the gun out of the holster and checked the bullets. All there.
My gun is not a regular gun. It’s custom-made, blended with silver, bewitched by ancient magic and able to kill supernatural beings. I inherited it from my father. It’s my first time hunting a creature alone. And this one is a really strong one. My father ran after it all his life and failed to kill it. And now it’s here, this time, not just feeding on a human, but on the verge of turning this woman into a moroi.
I scan the hallways trying to keep a low profile and not get
