Everyone in the room went still. Even Viviane's golden eyes widened, her lips parting in disbelief.
In their minds, by this world rule, humans were weak. They were mosquitoes to be crushed, deer to be hunted.
Yet there was nothing weak about the aura surrounding Seamus. He did not resemble a human or even a vampire. He was something else entirely, and it was terrifying.
Eve was the first to react. Blood spilled down her arms as two swords pushed free from her flesh.
Her skin hardened, turning rough and stone-like as her body shifted into an unbreakable form. A mutant blood style.
"What the fuck! How? How did you do that!" she screamed, swinging the blades with a snarl. Her movements, however, were heavy and sluggish, slowed by the strain of her own mutation.
Seamus smirked. To him, she moved in slow motion. He was stronger now, sharper, and it was all thanks to Isolde.
