Reaching into his storage ring, Pyris pulled out a deep pill, glowing with potent life energy. He tilted Silent Night's head slightly, parting her cracked lips as he fed her the pill. She didn't even have the strength to react. She had lost too much blood.
Her body was barely holding together. And yet—she was still alive. A lesser warrior would have succumbed already. Pyris had to give her credit for that.
"You're too stubborn to die, huh?" he muttered, watching the pill dissolve into her system. Slowly, ever so slowly, a faint green glow started to spread through her veins, the first sign of her body beginning to mend itself.
But Pyris wasn't done yet.
His gaze lifted—sharp, lethal—toward the vampires standing before him.
They had a lot to answer for.