EDWARD
Her blood was the first thing I smelled.
Before I even reached the cell, her blood was already in the air—sharp and thick like iron, cutting through the night like a scream only I could hear.
April.
The scent hit me like a storm. Copper. Fear. Pain. It soaked the stones beneath our feet, clung to the walls like a curse. And in a place like that, surrounded by vampires—even the trained ones—I knew it was only a matter of time.
I'd spent years mastering control. Years of hunger buried under discipline, of holding back when every instinct begged me to give in. But not all of them were like me. Not all of them had been taught how to tame the fire.
And her scent... God, her scent was everywhere.
One wrong breath. One flicker of weakness. One vampire who hadn't fed recently. That
