Arthur's vision blurred for a moment.
The alley tilted, then snapped back into focus. His thirst for blood was climbing higher and higher, clawing at his throat, scratching at his sanity.
He tried to control himself, fingers digging into his own arms.
'I can't lose it here… not now…'
"…So this is where you were."
A voice floated in from the entrance of the alley.
Arthur forced his eyes to focus on the source.
A girl with silver hair and violet eyes walked toward him, boots splashing lightly through puddles of dried and fresh blood.
Jasmine Cael Ashford—the First Princess of the Ashford Empire.
She was wearing a sleek black combat suit instead of her usual dress. The suit hugged her body closely, segmented with flexible armor plates along her waist, shoulders, and thighs. It showed off every line of her figure—long legs, narrow waist, all the right curves shaped by combat rather than fashion.
Arthur's jaw clenched.
