The Blood Beast's eyes shone with a menacing gleam. With a provocative tone, he asked, "Need me to jog your memory?"
Luna's rebirth had left her disoriented. The memories were there, somewhere, but they took their time surfacing, especially where this enigmatic vampire before her was concerned.
As an Amazonian warrior, her first instinct was always to fight when faced with a threat. Yet now, all she could muster was to swallow her fear and meet his gaze with silence. Luna's fists clenched and unclenched. How had she become so vulnerable?
The realization hit her when he said with a taunting drawl, "You should know how cruel I can become when disrespected."
Disrespected?
