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Peering back, I see his teeth are jagged.

‘I hope you choke on me,’ I spit, my last words an act of defiance. I may be dead, but I’ll be damned if I go out begging.

Shaw’s teeth sink into my neck, piercing deep before he starts to pull my blood into his mouth.

Dorian grips my hips roughly and buries his face on the opposite side, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

I can’t even scream. The pain is a fiery heat that radiates through my entire body.

Archwin stops before me. His face is smeared with the blood of the coven members he ripped apart. His chest and hands are just as smothered.

His boyish grin grows as he looks down at my naked body. He falls to his knees and plants his hands on my arse.

‘Finally,’ he sighs with satisfaction.

His teeth sink into my upper thigh. It’s more painful than where the two others have bitten, and his hands caress and grab at my backside.

They all drink deeply, moaning and gulping down their fill. Above us, the white of the moon is slowly returning. The time of the blood moon is about to end.

And so, it would seem, am I.

My arms fall limp at my side. My legs buckle, leaving them to keep me up.

Slowly, I blink, looking up at that moon. I feel them taking my life force. Feel them consuming me.

Feel them killing me.

Each blink becomes longer. My ears ring, and the hammering of my heart is painful as it struggles to beat what little blood I have left.

Shaw lets out a low growl as his arms firm around me.

Is this truly how I leave this world? Devoured by three monsters after being betrayed and tortured by those I thought were my friends? My family?

They all moan in utter bliss as I stand limply between them, silently crying as they drink.

As they kill me.

Everything goes black.

Chapter 6

‘Will you quit complaining? I’m getting a fucking headache, Archie.’

I recognise Shaw’s voice through the haze of unconsciousness.

‘You try having mud witch stuck in your teeth,’ Archie grumbles. ‘It’s gross. They taste like shit.’

‘Have much experience eating shit, Arch?’ Dorian replies dryly.

‘No more than you, Dorian.’

I hear their distant laughter through the haze of my semiconsciousness and feel them handling my unresponsive body.

I think I’m in someone's arms, but I can’t open my eyes or move to be sure. Their footsteps echo all around me as if we’re surrounded by stone. Someone opens a heavy door, and after a moment, I’m thrown onto something soft.

I try to open my eyes. My lashes flutter a little, and I make out three extremely blurred figures standing around me.

‘She supposed to be waking up yet?’ I hear Archie ask, making out how he picks at his teeth. His head is cocked to the side before he leans down close to offer me an enormous smile. ‘Keen to meet us properly, are ya, Pixie?’

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