It's Tuesday, so here's a little teaser courtesy of the very much in progress fight scene:
The Vampire on the right looks over his shoulder and leers at me. He barks something I can't understand to the other two and they turn around, dragging Travis into view. His shirt is hanging in strips and a dozen or more long, bloody furrows are carved into his chest, gruesome crimson slashes through all his beautiful ink. Something flashes in the middle Vampire's hand. He laughs and holds it up so I can see what it is: one of my knives, dripping with Travis's blood.
A fury rises in me, epic and ice cold. I'm dimly aware of Travis yelling at me, telling me to run but it registers only in the periphery of my thoughts, like a distant sound. My mind is frozen on the image of the knife--my knife--coated in Travis's blood, my knife ripping through his skin, my knife wrenching that terrible cry from his throat.
I lose my fucking mind.
Yep. My girl pretty much goes into a berserker rage after that. Good times, good times.
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