"I don't need you for that. Because I personally enjoy killing witches." The darkness in Bella's eyes increased and she felt her lips whispering a spell as the memories of screaming witches in the night market filled her eyes.
It would only take her a second to burn this whole building and their lord inside it. Then he would experience the pain faced by witches but that would change nothing. Another lord would take his place and they would be trapped in a spiral of chasing and killing.
They need to end their race completely so that no new lord could come and kill witches and for that, she needs to work hard. Stopping at the last moment when the vampire guard stared hard at her.
She stared up at the ceiling and took a series of breaths, finding calm in the hatred that filled her heart. She remembered why she was chosen to be here. To save the witches, her homeland. The guard opened the door and pushed her in.
