♠SYLVARA♠
My hand trembled, clammy against the metal. The fork felt heavier than a weapon should.
“Arghhh!” His grunt tore through the air as I yanked it free, blood oozing hot and thick from his chest. For a second, I froze. My lungs locked. My brain went blank.
I had stabbed him.
Darius Ashfang. The Devil himself.
And yet he laughed.
“You almost had me,” he rasped, blood trailing down his chest.
“You think silver will save you?” he rasped, his breath hot against my ear. His grip tightened, claws digging deeper. “Little wolf… you’ve only made me hungry.”
The fork slipped from my hand, clattering on the floor as reality hit me. Blood. Real blood. My stomach flipped, and I staggered back, horror crashing through me. I stabbed him. I really stabbed him.
Even though I loathed him, se
