*~Hazel's POV~*
"Oh sure I can," Dahlia sneered. "Watching you lose tonight is the greatest pleasure I'll ever know. You losers will leave here with your heads bowed in pain… because I'll kill myself—and every vampire alive."
She was backing away as we slowly closed the gap between us.
But she finally halted, her back hitting the wall behind her. Nowhere left to run. I saw it—real fear in her eyes. Dahlia never showed fear. Seeing it shimmer in her gaze made my blood sing.
And I wanted more.
She moved subtly, fingers creeping toward the necklace resting against her chest. I didn't wait. I lunged.
In one swift motion, I grabbed her wrist, summoned my claws, and sliced. Three fingers fell to the ground.
"AAAHH!" Dahlia screamed, staggering backward and collapsing to her knees. She clutched her mutilated hand as thick, dark blue blood gushed from the wound—unnatural, not close to normal.
"What have you done?!" she wailed.
