CHAPTER FOURTEENNIGHTFALL. A RIOT OF pain coursed through her body. Kissera cracked open an eyelid. Somehow she'd made it to the hallway outside her rooms. She couldn't move, but didn't need eyes to figure out she was naked, skin blistered and blackened. She'd tended to sun-damaged vampires during the war. It was a distressing sight one could never forget. Like an avalanche, hunger descended upon her. Discomfort faded to the background. Kissera crawled her way to the kitchen, every movement pure agony. She tried to open the fridge without touching it, but her will was gone. There was nothing but thirst and hurt. Blackened fingers clawed the door open. She drank one bottle. Two. Nothing changed. She gulped the quarts she'd purchased the night before. It dulled her throbbing nerves, but her
