THE CATHEDRAL STANK OF HUMANS. The overpowering stench of their skin and sweat made her stomach churn. It was ironic, walking into a holy place, given the bloodline. Grayson had expected to feel some kinship with that bloodline, but instead, all he could think about was the smell of the place.
Well, that and the unholy act he was about to commit.
What he wanted to do was wring Killian's neck with his bare hands. He knew he could do it; he was strong, but in the end, the demon inside of him could not stand up to the holy blood pumping through his veins, and they both knew it. The age-old concept of 'good trumps evil' should have proved true in this case.
'But he is persistent and relentless. He will never stop until he gets what he wants,' The beast inside growled, his hatred for Killian seeping into his tone.
'You would know something about that,' Grayson couldn't help but reply coolly.
'I would indeed,' He retorted.
