Part Three: Chapter 58

Sarn

In the corner of my mind, I hear them shouting. My rage has taken over and I have no control left to stop the destruction even when someone yells directly in my ear, "Sarn, dammit that's enough!"

I don't care. I will destroy everything around me. That's what I'm good at. Everyone in my path goes up in flames. Smoke escapes from my nostrils as I think about burning this building down around me. It would feel so damn good to let go.

Two shifters grab my arms, their hands like steel. It doesn't matter because I'm stronger and the alcohol makes me invincible. Dmitri is the one who finally puts a stop to my insane theatrics. Well, he stops me from burning his precious nightclub, but the rage will never go away.

"Are you done?" Dmitri demands in a deadly voice that only a vampire can back up. He is peering down at me with lethal amber eyes as I lie flat on my back with his iron grip tight on my throat. The pressure on my windpipe makes my head swim even more than the alcohol. I. Can't.