Kill—White Phoenix Flames

The portal vanished behind them, leaving Parker and Ere standing in the dimly lit bedroom of the man who had assaulted Tessa. The house was dead silent, the scent of expensive cologne and stale whiskey lingering in the air. A king-sized bed dominated the room, and in it, sprawled out like he had no care in the world, was their target.

Fast asleep. Oblivious.

Parker's gaze was cold as ice. "Wake him up."

Ere didn't need to be told twice. She leapt onto the bed with the grace of a predator, her claws flashing under the moonlight seeping through the windows. With one swift swipe—

Shhhhk.

A deep, vicious gash opened across the man's face.

The reaction was instant.

A raw, guttural scream tore from his throat as he jolted awake, hands flying to his face. Blood gushed between his fingers, soaking into the silk sheets. His breath hitched in ragged gasps, and then—pure horror struck him as he realized something was missing.

His right eye.