DARIAN’S POV

Fuck, I don’t know what’s better; the feeling of their warm flesh around my hand, the smell of their blood as it covers the floor like a red carpet, or the taste of their lives when I rip it from them and watch their souls leave their bodies.

Death wasn't immediate, even when I broke their ribs apart and pulled their hearts out. There was still a moment of pain in their eyes, a light that went out, and a flicker of panic when they realized that the breath they ...