When I walked into the kitchen, the scene hit me like a knife to the throat. I had never craved blood like that before.

Alice stood there, eyes wide with shock, clutching that ridiculous lamp base like it was a weapon. Ethan "the gardener" was shirtless. His face was twisted with fury as he gasped for breath. Catalina stood between them, wearing nothing but a semi-transparent nightgown that clung to her skin, acting as a barrier to stop a fight that wasn't hers to stop.

My blood turned to fire.