Savio’s POV.
Blood. Red, warm and thick slides through my fingers, staining my skin red and slipping under my nails. I watched it slide down in some sort of morbid fascination, completely keyed out from the scene playing out in front of me, I tuned out from the sound of the male’s screams and just focused on the blood glittering on my palm.
I was lost, transfixed… what was it about the mortal’s blood that was so…
“Savio…” a voice calls out, cutting through my haze of bloodlust.
I blink twice then tip my head to the side. I know that voice, who was it from exactly? I couldn’t remember.
Were they bleeding too?
“Savio, snap out of it,” the voice calls out once more, cutting even deeper through my haze. I stumble back this time and the sounds of the room finally cut through the fog in my
