Chapter 6There was nothing like a good kill.
A good kill worked muscles that begged for satisfaction. Shoulders tight. Arms tighter. Fists unyielding.
A good kill fed fear into a vampire’s bloodstream, blending with power already unleashed to create something new, something stronger, something ready to destroy again.
A good kill was like a good f**k. Pounding and pounding culminating in an explosion of sensation, leaving your skin raging and your hunger sated. Until it began to ebb and the addiction to have more returned.
Only one thing made a good kill better.
Killing bastards for the taste of revenge.
Gideon’s knuckles were torn and bleeding. One of the vampires had caught his shirt and ripped it half off his body, leaving shreds dangling from his left shoulder, while another had s
