Zuriel’s P.O.V.
My attention was caught by Aaron, squirming against the mighty hold of a silver net, his extended fangs and nails revealing his vampire nature. But why? How could he be attacked in a human’s house?
His panicked gaze met mine, he yelled in agony.
“Run, Zuriel. It's a trap.”
As soon as I saw the main reason, the world around me froze for a moment. That living room disappeared from my sight, I found myself standing helplessly at the ruined venue of my eighth birthday party. There was a bitter taste in the back of my mouth that I couldn’t seem to get rid of, my heart began to hammer against my chest.
That same deadly murderer was aiming his bow downwards, the grim aura swirling in the air was darkening the atmosphere. His lips were moving in a coherent speech, just like he
