Lina retreated in terror, step after step, until her back slammed hard against the cold altar.
She tried to call for help, but her throat felt as though gripped tight by an invisible hand.
"You... you can't kill me! I'm Kalen's fated mate!" she forced out through gritted teeth, her face flushed.
"Fated mate?" I tipped her chin up with my blade, the edge easily slicing her skin.
A drop of dark red blood seeped out, reeking of the foul rot unique to vampires.
"A half-vampire clinging to life through Dracula's Embrace, and you think you're worthy to speak of the Moon Goddess?"
Lina's face turned deathly pale in an instant, her lips trembling violently.
"You... how do you know..."
"I know far more than you imagine," I said.
I withdrew my blade, not taking her life immediately.
Killin
