Chapter 137. Her Pain

When she reached the clearing again Esmeray breathed in relief when she saw that they were still there. The crisp night air filled her lungs, carrying the scent of pine needles and damp earth, grounding her in the moment. But her relief was short-lived when she took in the scene going on in front of her.

Balls of black energy were burning around Maeve’s hands as she glared at the Vampire King in resentment. The fool might have said something to offend Maeve. The air around Maeve shimmered with dark energy, crackling and leaving a faint metallic taste in Esmeray’s mouth.

Earlier this night Vladimir was right about being popular among witches but the nincompoop was popular for all the wrong reasons.

A chill came from the bottom of Esmeray’s heart and spread all over her body when she gazed at Vladimir. There under the moonlight instead of fear, Esmeray saw Vladimir’s lips curved in an atrocious smile and the anticipation in the Vampire King’s eyes was almost terrifyi