Meredith.
I didn't know what to feel—pride, relief, disgust, or all three of them tangled together.
My stomach churned, and I took a step back, pressing a shaking hand against my chest. I had just killed something—Someone.
No, not someone—a monster, but still…
My breath hitched. I pressed a shaking hand over my mouth, feeling the sticky trace of blood on my skin.
My mind refused to settle around it as my heart pounded against my ribs, wild and uneven.
"Get a hold of yourself," Valmora commanded. "More vampires are coming." Her voice sliced through my haze.
Immediately, my eyes flew to the glass doors. The world outside was still in chaos. Humans were screaming and fleeing, and cars were honking. But now, there was something else.
A familiar cold and metallic scent. My fingers clenched on the edge of the table. Another vampire was close, maybe two.
