Selis's breath came fast and uneven, her back pressed against the cold stone wall. Her trembling hand clutched the side of her neck where warm blood still trickled between her fingers.
Her wide eyes locked on Lucian's face—on the sharp, elongated fangs that gleamed in the dim light, still slick with her blood.
"Y-you . . . you're a vampire?" Her voice cracked, a mixture of disbelief and fear. The words tumbled out before she could stop them.
A thousand questions clawed at her mind all at once. Every unexplained thing about him now made a twisted sort of sense—his unnatural speed, his inhuman strength, the way his wounds seemed to vanish overnight.
But how . . . ?
And yet, if he really was a vampire, then how had he walked freely inside the cathedral, through the holy wards and the sanctified halls without so much as a wince?
