Book Eight: Chapter 193

Outside of the tower, thunder cracked as a storm brewed over Avalon.

Charlotte moaned as the remaining darkness inside her body recoiled and tried to hide. Mike, now back in control of his body, sucked even harder on her flesh, his magic wrapped around both of them like a cocoon. In the back of his head, he became dimly aware of his magic scouring Charlotte’s soul to take back what wasn’t hers and searched the darkness that remained.

The vampyr cried out and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tight.

“Yes, Mike, yesssss.” He could feel her hot tears against his cheek and neck. “I’m yours, now, yours!”

The darkness fled, but had nowhere to run. Mike let go of the vampyr’s throat and sat up, his eyes wild as he stared down at the black mass that attempted to huddle behind Charlotte’s soul.

Snarling, he put a hand on her chest and ripped it free. Most of it tore like tissue paper, falling apart and ceasing to exist beneath his touch. The rest trembled