Talon's POV 

I clenched my fists, knuckles popping in resistance. Just one touch. That was all it had taken. My hand wrapped around that whore's throat, and now I felt dirty. I wanted to burn her touch off of my skin, rid myself of the stench of her, the pungent odor of her sick mind. Her face, her voice, her essence had been inflicted on me for far too long. 

Raine hadn't shared how long she planned to keep the filthy vampire alive, but I didn't need her to tell me. I trusted Raine beyond any shadow of a doubt. She was the only person to ever give a shit...