Still fighting and gasping for air, Edith scratched at the gloved hand around her neck as she was dragged through the darkness of silent hallways. At first, she thought she was still in the ruins, but when she looked up, Edith recognized the large dull moon from the Night Realm, the realm of the vampires.

“Let her breathe,” the vampiress ordered. “She’s no good to us dead.”

“Yes, Daeva.”

The pressure around Edith’s neck released slightly and she fell to her ...