VERGIL:
The blinding flashes from the paparazzi cover my face. There are multiple cameras and microphones shoved in my face, voices screaming over each other, asking for a statement. About Lily. About Elena and my brother. I don’t hear a word as my hands struggle to reach for the ghost of her.
One camera comes too close, and I slap it out of the way. The thing crashes to the ground with a sharp snap.
“Get out of my f*****g face!” I growl, fangs threatening to burst through. '
My patience wears thin as I wonder where the hell Byron went. This is when I need him most.
“Alpha—Alpha Vergil, just a comment—”
They barely finish as a horn blares from the side. The black SUV speeds towards them, and they scatter to the side. It comes skidding to a halt.
I yank the door open and slide into t
