I sat on my throne-like chair, the room covered in darkness as I waited.

My fingers drummed lazily against the armrest, my eyes fixed on the door. The beast inside me was already eager to tear into something.

I might be cold and ruthless, but what I can't take is someone messing with what's mine.

The image of Emilia lying lifeless in that bed burned in my head and it made me mad.

It doesn't matter what type of voodoo brought her back but that woman shouldn't have done that in the first place.

And I'm going to show her just what I do to people like her.

The smell...