Lorraine's POV
Adrian's scream was ripped from his throat before it could even form. He was on the ground, collapsing hard, his chest heaving as the silver blade burned mercilessly through his flesh.
The reek of charred flesh filled the air, silver hissing as it ate into him
"Adrian...."
"Brother!!!!!!"
Aveline's cry echoed through the yard. Her eyes, bloodshot and glazed from the ghosthound's lingering bloodlust, seemed to clear at the sight of her brother's body crumpling. She tore herself from her reckless frenzy, stumbling toward him, dropping to her knees as though the earth itself had failed her. She pressed her hands to the wound, but the blood surged between her fingers, hot and dark. For a heartbeat, guilt carved itself into her features. Then that grief twisted, sharpened, and reignited into fury.
Her face snapped upward, locking on the one man who orchestrated all of this, the Leader.
And he was smirking.
