Evans

The air in the kitchen was thick enough to choke on. Hailey stood there, clutching that serpent key like it was a holy relic, her eyes glowing with a fire I had never seen in her before. I watched the way her fingers wrapped around the brass, her knuckles white, and I felt a cold dread sink into my stomach. She wasn't the same girl I had married months ago. The transfusion had changed the chemistry of her soul.

"Put the key on the table, Hailey," I said, my voice low and steady. "Please. Just put it down and come sit with me. We need to talk about what...