The wound in Edward's thigh was a deep, searing fire, a burning protest from his muscles with every step. He ignored it. The Star-Vampire's furious, psychic scream still echoed in his mind, a promise of a reckoning to come. He knew the creature would not stay gone for long. He had wounded its pride as much as its shadowy flesh, and a predator of that caliber did not suffer such insults lightly.
