Maybe it didn't have to be all or nothing with her? I lowered my guard a tiny amount. Okay, then. Help me. I braced myself, but she didn't take advantage, only infused a bit of her nature into me. A jagged need for violence rushed up through me, turning the world into shades of bloodlust red. For the first time ever, I embraced it.
I kicked over the TV table, infused with a burst of strength. Grabbing the knife, I slashed the diwrmach's tendons through his now-tattered, dingy white sports socks. His cries bounced off the walls, mixed in with canned laughter from the soundtrack and he collapsed on the ground, blood blossoming hot and coppery onto the carpet.
Before he could retaliate, I jammed the blade through his shoulder and into the underlay of the carpet. "Who hired the sister?"
The diwrmach pulled the knife out and tossed it away, rolling on top of me. Blood smeared on my skin and matted in my hair, spiking my adrenaline. I shoved him off me and jumped to my feet.