Page 133 of Amethyst and Iron
I was channeling the vampire fiercely, Sylas’ blood and that of the fresh human feeds I still had in my system, heating me, intensifying everything, as I dropped that barrier between the two sides of myself, and melded them.
Victor grunted as I hit, pouncing on him, ripping him off the wall in the process, then pinning him beneath my twenty-foot mammoth black wolf form.
I twisted the knife in his throat and he roared.
And then I sank my fangs into the wound.
He thrashed beneath me as I buried them deep and drew like a fucking beast—quick, brutal, and determined.
Couldn’t have him with my blood and that also similar to Sylas’ blood in his system.
It was way too dangerous.
And draining this much, this fast, would also obviously weaken him.
A fuck of a lot.
I was drinking so fast that blood was pouring from the corners of my mouth, and his wound was widening, flesh tearing.
From his gargled screams and clawing at the floor beneath me, it was clear he only liked pain on his terms.
Good to know.
“Lazriel!” Sylas yelled.
I felt a tug from Victor a moment later.
He’d ripped out the knife.
My senses screamed at me and he brought the blade down, intending to stab me in the back. The thickness of my wolf fur combined with my increased durability in this form would prevent it from driving too deep, especially with his limited power in his weakened state. But depending how he angled it, it could still compromise me.
Only three quarters done, I ripped my fangs from his throat, then swung my head and slammed it into him, snapping his wrist and bones in his fingers, making him drop the knife.
I pushed off him and spun, kicking out my hindlegs and sending him careening back into the wall. He slammed against it hard and staggered unsteadily.
“You fed from me,” he growled with disgust.
“A youngling. Damn, that’s a massive insult, huh?” Sylas spoke, leaning against the kitchen doorway, something held behind his back that I couldn’t make out from the angle.
“I’ll break every bone in your body, necromancer. I’ll make you hurt for days on end until you’re begging for death.”
Sylas snorted. “I’m fucking shaking.”
“You will kneel! You will suffer!” His eyes darkened and he pulled something from his inner blazer pocket.
I tensed, remembering the last time he’d done that and brought out holy water and fucking tortured me with it.
When it came into view, it wasn’t what I’d thought at all.
It was a simple panic button, blazing red.
I reached out with my senses as a maniacal laugh escaped him.
Incoming.
I didn’t get the chance to figure out the details before a rush of power rolled over me.
Gray lightning tore through the room.
