[Phreya]

The roar of my Ducati echoed off the stone buildings as I pulled into the central plaza. My mother was close behind.

There’d been another attack.

The moment my boots hit the cobblestones, the heavy, metallic stench of fresh blood and dark magic hit the back of my throat, spiking a sharp, primal hunger deep in my gut. I pulled my dark lace choker slightly higher, making sure the raw, searing mark Damian had forced into my neck was completely hidden. It being there rendered me ...