"Open the lock," Ren commanded, her voice sharp with resolve. Thousands of questions were strolling in her mind, but she had to concentrate on the critical ones.
There had to be a reason this girl had betrayed her own kind. No one turned without cause, especially not after being saved by those soldiers. Perhaps the vampires had tempted her with something only their kind could offer. Power, maybe, immortality or influence and absolution.
Coran moved without hesitation, the key clicking as the lock gave way. The door groaned and moved.
The girl kept her head bowed, shame clinging to her like a second skin. She couldn't bring herself to meet the eyes of the woman who had risked everything to save her, who had walked into the devil's throat for an antidote. Nor could she face the Fae who had given her life a second chance.
