20
LAVINIA
I knew the vampire before me. I stared at him, a fierce smile on my lips, while my mind and my heart screamed at each other.
Where had I seen this vampire before? Why did he matter?
“Kill him, Lavinia!” Tack ordered from inside the house.
I called my magic and faced the vampire. I would kill him in two seconds, and then move on to the next one. I raised my hands to throw my magic at him.
“Your bracelet,” he said.
I blinked, my magic flickering. “What?”
“Look at your wrist.”
Despite myself, I did. I looked at my wrist. A flower bracelet wrapped around my wrist, a frail thing that would shrivel and break.
An image made its way to my mind.
This vampire—Killian—slipping the bracelet over my hand while looking at me with loving, adoring eyes.
Then another.
Killian pushin
