Ivon hissed. The whip that wrapped around his arm pricked him in several places at once and the woman holding it was laughing at him. “What are you?” He demanded his gaze flickering to where Senna was defending August. Damn, he hadn’t expected her to be in danger. His skin was on fire wherever the thick band wrapped, something was up.
“Me?” She smiled at him her perfect lips curling up. “Well, that’s simple, filth. I’m a vampire hunter. I was hired to get rid of you and your kind.” She tightened the whip and as Ivon grunted she grinned. “I see you’re enjoying my special whip, huh? She’s one of my favorites. I call her Roselia.”
“You’re crazy.” Ivon spat as pain throbbed through him. “What is this?” he tried to push it off with one hand but just touching it felt like touching lava.
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