Yuta's stomach dropped instantly, seeing what had pulled Elrien's attention.
The blood curse.
Elrien's skin was dampened with cold sweat. His hands trembled as the curse began stirring in his veins, responding to even faint traces of moonlight filtering through.
He couldn't transform into his serpent form either—not with Yuta's blood still fresh in the air, ready to burn away his strength the moment he tried.
The voice in his head started as a whisper, then grew louder. Blood. Need blood. Take it. Take it now.
Lilith's lips were moving, and suddenly her voice echoed inside his skull along with the curse. KILL HIM. OBEY ME, EL!! KILL!
Elrien's vision blurred red around the edges. His fangs extended on their own, and he could feel his control slipping away like sand through fingers. His body was spiraling into the old familiar crimson madness.
