Chapter 25

The witch would have to die, too. As long as her kind stayed with their simple magicks, which most mundanes dismissed as craziness, they had been permitted to live.

Not this time.

Mundanes had seen the witch revealed: she had disclosed and made the disclosure of the Pet and the spawn all the more obvious. They should have been killed off centuries ago, the way that vampires had been.

Eliminating the Pet, the spawn, and the witch meant Ella would be allowed a kill, which gave her some satisfaction and something to look forward to—that, and rejuvenation in the caves. She hadn’t had the pleasure of a kill for years, and not at all in this persona. Her fangs and claws tingled and extended at the prospect. Their screams, the slashing, the biting, the warm, warm blood. The meat separating from bone, the beating heart in her hand—