Adrian's POV
I was watching her sleep. My eyes traced the delicate curve of her cheekbone and then slowly moved down to her exposed throat. It was so pale that it seemed to glow in the moonlight, so delicate that I could snap it with one hand.
Almost suddenly, the curse erupted without warning. One second, I was admiring how the moonlight caught in her dark hair, and the next, my vision turned red.
Every cell in my body screamed for violence, for blood, for death. The rational part of my mind began to slip away, drowning under waves of pure, mindless rage.
Kill. Destroy. End her.
My hand began to tighten around her throat, fingers pressing into that fragile skin. She looked so fragile, so easy to kill. Her sleeping form, so unaware of the monster staring at her, made the curse purr with satisfaction.
