Chapter 56 Seventeen: Aleksei

• My thirst for blood has not been remotely satisfied.
• Hunger for violence pumps in my veins, rage chokes me and turns my knuckles white on the steering wheel. They touched my angel. They grabbed her. Every time I remember what I witnessed, wrath screams inside my skull again and the cycle starts anew.
• When I walked into the party, I could not find Georgina. Already I’d hit a dead end at the orientation hall and was about to return home in my borrowed car, thinking Georgina must be headed back, until I overhead some young men discussing the party. My skin prickled, and I never deny an instinct. Georgina is curious. If given the chance, she would appease that nature.