Chapter 186

Stopping defeats the purpose. But in the back of her mind, she knew—somehow, as if the memory were not her own—that to kill this way was to live this way. One death would not be enough. She would drain everyone she drank from. Always. No one would be safe from her. Not even Dimitri.

Dimitri.

Panting, Blanca jerked her teeth out of Morgana. She flicked her tongue and, sure enough, she had her fangs back.

With a shaky hand, she brushed the hair from her face. When she caught sight of that hand in the light, she gasped. 

She…glowed. Bright, golden, white lightning exploded from her skin. And the crackling in her veins…she felt like she could do anything. Until she moved her hand into a ray of that sunlight and started sizzling. She groaned with pain, her arm falling to her side.