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Chapter Six

Author: Veronica Black
last update Last Updated: 2023-07-13 23:12:59

Marcel’s POV

The ride home is not a particularly long one, and most of it passes in a haze. As expected, Halen set the meeting house alight and watched with sadistic satisfaction as the roof caved in, and flames leapt out of the windows as if desperately seeking an escape. I know that feeling well.

Halen is practically foaming at the mouth with rage, and he stops on more than one occasion to feed from his unfortunate, human pet. Vincent is the current flavour of the month, I don’t see the appeal personally, he is almost as repulsive in both appearance and attitude as the man who currently dines on him, or perhaps that is the point,

I doubt I will ever understand the twisted workings of my father’s mind. Blood quenches not only his thirst but also his anger. The way he feeds, by sinking his teeth into his victims neck, is unnecessarily brutal.

If he knew I drank from a cup, he would most likely implode with shame and disappointment.

The coven’s priestess, who I assume is Imelda, ha
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