Off With Its Head

Dante. When I finally managed to persuade Azalea to go back up, I filed after Liam toward the other side of the basement. I paced impatiently behind him as he worked through the locks one by one. I knew it was bad. Whatever I was about to learn from this vamp, I could tell by Liam’s demeanor it wasn’t something I would look forward to. What the fuck ever that was because he refused to spill the information to me and cut through all the bullshit. Azalea was also a feat I had to work through. She was adamant to come down here with us and hear what the vamp had to say. She claimed she was just as in this as much as us—if not more. I wouldn’t deny it, she was right. But I refuse to expose her more to those fucks than necessary. If anything, that fucker locked tight in the room wouldn’t waste an opportunity to sink its teeth into her. No doubt it was starved for blood, even if it was toxic to him. Or at the least, I think it was. I didn’t know what to think at this point anymore. When the d