Chapter Sixteen
Feeding on souls was like drinking electricity. It recharged Regal like a battery as he let his hands brush along the vampire’s waist and his lips graze her neck. Although he preferred a direct connection with a person’s soul via their dreams, soaking in the build-up of emotion in this way worked well enough.
He had barely started feeding when a flare of angelic energy caught Regal’s attention, distracting him. He looked over at Keir and saw the angel arguing with a werewolf and could tell that he was about to let all heaven break loose.
A death sentence in a place like this.
Regal broke away from the vampire abruptly, pushing his way through the crowd until he was in between Keir and the she-wolf.
“Step away from my property,” he said lowly, adrenaline running through
