Page 72 of Wanted

“No, she’s not here.” Asher’s nostrils flair as he takes a deep breath. “It’s not new blood.”

“What, in the good Lord above, are you doing?” screeches some old cunt of a nun.

“It’s time to sup, you fucking hag,” I smirk at her. “But I doubt you’ll be filling enough.”

All the pain, anguish, and misery of discovering my soulmarked is tainted plays like a symphony of wretchedness in my brain.

Red begins to cloud my vision.

The berserker wants to be free again. He wants to blindly destroy everything in his path.

But I can’t allow it.

Not this time.

I want to be present. I want to see all the pain and misery I’m about to cause fill their eyes.

Racing forward, I focus on my purpose. Punishing them for what they did to my beloved.

The nun tries to push her cross against my cheek as I grab her.

Laughing at her, because that stupid shit doesn’t work on us, I bend her neck to the side and rip my fangs into her jugular.

Thin, coppery blood floods into my mouth. She’s on blood thinners, from the taste of it. Most likely for her bad heart.

This one will only be a snack.

Asher laughs loudly. “Now that you’ve found your Marked, you won’t be ghouling one of these bitches into a stripper, right?”

I shake my head at Asher while I drink. Wishing I could shake off that particular memory.

Asher darts past me while saying, “Eat. I need to figure out what’s going on here.”

It’s been too long since we’ve been at war with the Order. It’s time to remind them just what they should be afraid of.

The nun quickly runs out of fight as I gulp down her blood. And when I hear her old heart giving up its final beats, I pull away.

She won’t get to escape life that easily.

Biting my wrist, I shove it against her mouth and let my blood flow into her slack mouth.

She won’t die, not right away.

She won’t become a vampire, either.

She’ll be a ghoul.

A joke from the gods, I think. We can only turn women who are soulmarked into vampires.

Any other woman simply becomes a lizard-brained zombie.

If she was male, I could quite easily turn her into a vampire.

Yet another doomed to suffer the fate we all share. The waiting to find the other part of his soul.

But I won’t doom another to suffer the way I have for all these years.

Throwing her body away from me, I hear a brittle bone crunch as she lands somewhere off to my side.

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