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“I… I don’t know…” I hated how I sounded. Like the little girl who fell off her bike and didn’t know what to do next. Who needed help, but there was no one around to help her.

He had tricked me so easily.

“You do know. Stop lying. You have witch blood. And I’ve never tasted witch blood before.” His tongue slid over his lips, touching the tips of his fangs.

“I didn’t hurt Desiree,” I whispered, desperate to make him understand. “You don’t have to do this, because I’m not the one who killed her.”

“I’m not doing this for vengeance,” he whispered, smiling nastily. “I’m doing it because I want to. Because I’ve been watching you ever since the first time you visited my little club. Sitting alone, drinking alone, not even dancing. Your heart wasn’t in it. You weren’t there to have fun. You were watching us, isn’t that it? Like zoo animals. Something to amuse you. Well? Did we amuse you?”

“It wasn’t about amusement.”

“I don’t care what it was about. You made yourself visible, and here we are. It’s a shame you won’t be able to learn a lesson from this. Stick to your world and let us go about our business.” He lunged at me then, taking me by surprise, and I only had time to let out a moan of dread.

Vale’s face flashed in front of my eyes before agony wiped every other thought from my head.