The second Bloodfang seized control, Voren's eyes flipped from their usual deep dark shade to an absolute, terrifying pitch black that seemed to swallow every bit of light in the room.
Seraphine, still perched right there on his lap, felt the change hit her like a physical wave crashing over her whole body.
The air grew thick and heavy, almost impossible to breathe, pressing down on her chest until the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up in pure alarm.
Bloodfang's presence alone was terrifying. He didn't even have to move or speak to make the whole world feel like it was holding its breath in fear. Most people would've lost their nerve instantly.
But when Seraphine looked straight into those endless black eyes, she still saw the man she loved buried somewhere deep inside them.
