Akeldama moved quickly through the castle corridors, her breath sharp, her heart still pounding from the fight. Her fingers ached from the power she had unleashed, the energy still crackling beneath her skin. She had always struggled to control it, the wild and unpredictable mix of vampires and something else, something she had never fully understood.
But Kara had taught her how to channel it and make it hers instead of letting it consume her.
And tonight, that lesson had saved her life.
Her mind was still reeling.
Drusilla had been plotting with the Valkyrie Crown Prince to send Kara away.
Kara, who had fought for her. Kara, who had trusted her. Kara, who had never once looked at her as if she was broken.
And Drusilla had called her dangerous?
Akeldama clenched her fists, anger sur
