-Ronan Hale:
I had killed hundreds, even thousands of vampires before.
A silver blade to the heart—instant death to these soulless blood-sucker motherfuckers. No second chances, no exceptions. That was the law of nature. That was how it worked.
So how the fuck was this one still standing?
I tightened my grip on my other dagger, still trying to process what I was seeing. The vampire—tall, pale, with hair so white it was almost glowing—just stood there, completely unfazed.
He should have been dead. Instead, he was calmly wiping the silver blade against his coat, as I'd merely inconvenienced him.
Then, without a word, he stepped forward very calmly and extended the dagger back to me.
I didn't take it.
Neither did Elara.
She was staring at him with wide, tear-filled eyes, her whole body trembling. "What?" she whispered. "That's not p… That's not possible."
No shit.
