The red glow of all the alarms blaring out painted everyone in hell's colors. Valden's hands, tangled and twisted in mine, felt like the only source of relief, the only thing keeping me standing upright and not kneeling on the ground after all the power that I had just used up.
Darek's eyes, already glowing crimson and mixing with the lights above him, were locked on our joined hands. And he let out a sound, a growl, so deep and guttural I flinched again thinking it was the Varcolac.
But right now, Darek may just be even more worse than the Varcolac.
I tried to hide my hand and Valden's away from his line of vision.
"Come here, Maeve. That's enough of your little reunion," Darek finally spoke, beckoning me to him with his chin.
The air tensed as his order struck chords.
"She will never be yours. It will be better for you to find someone else to satisfy your sick desires. I'm sure there will be more than enough who would be willing," Valden fired back.
