SILAS’ POV

The silver dagger I would be using gleamed under the dim candle light of my secret lair.

Its silver edge was sharp enough to split even the thinnest strand of hair into two. I turned the dagger slowly, letting the metal shine under the light as I traced the tip with my palm. Blood seeped out of the cut I had induced on myself, the color dark and rich, but in no time, the wound closed as quickly as it had opened. Yeah, those were the kind of perks I would fully have access to when ...