Kill

Viktor’s eyes lit up the moment he saw Cyra. Thank Goddess she was alive; he didn’t ever want to feel that way again. At this moment, he realized he was drawn to the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure she brought—his heart was already hers.

Zane rushed toward her, ready to embrace her in relief, but stopped short. Something was wrong. The air around her reeked of bloodlust.

Cyra’s mind went blank, consumed by a crimson haze. “Kill.” Was the last thought left in her mind.

She disappeared in place, leaving everyone at a loss.

Zane sprinted to the garage. In all his years of marriage, he had never seen her like this—it was worse than her usual killing state. He needed to find out what was wrong and pull her back from the edge.

What happened to her when he was in deep sleep? Before, he had resolved to wait patiently for her to open up. But now, seeing her like this, he had to know what had happened.