DAMIEN
Dammit!
I stood there, staring at the empty space where the Witch had vanished, my mind a storm of static and rage.
She was gone. Teleportation left no trail, no scent, no footprints. She had simply erased herself from the equation.
My gaze dropped to the headless corpse kneeling by Allison’s reading desk. My mood soured from frustration to pure venom. The Witch had tied up her loose end with brutal efficiency. There would be no interrogation, no answers extracted from this meat sack. That was likely the only reason she had revealed herself at all.
What a bloody shitshow.
I sensed the shifting unease in the room behind me. The squad of Hunters that had burst in were scanning the scene, their weapons lowering as they processed the c*****e; the headless vampire, the blood-splatt
