Eve's POV:
"You shouldn't be alive," he growled, stepping closer, each word laced with disbelief. His crimson eyes flickered like embers under ash, the fury in them sharp enough to cut through stone. "You should've been drained dry by now. You're supposed to be dead."
I blinked at him, heart hammering in my chest. What the hell was this looney vampire talking about? I had barely survived the chaos in this cave, and now he was accusing me of… what, not dying fast enough?
"You wished me dead?" I snapped back, trying to mask the tremor in my voice with sarcasm. "Wow, that's a great way to introduce yourself."
His lips twisted in a snarl, and for a heartbeat, I thought he might actually lunge at me. My hands itched to summon a spell, but my magic still pulsed weakly through my veins, unstable after the hatching. The cave smelled of ash and blood, and I could still feel Salem's warmth in the air, faint but fading.
Wait. Salem.
