The Pretty Prince and the Beast King
Kaelor fell back, his chest heaving, his body covered in a mix of his own blood and the cat’s crimson dye.
The crowd in the stands—the vampires in their silks and lace—erupted into a frenzied, blood-hungry roar.
Malachi’s grip tightened on his glass until the crystal cracked. He looked at Aradaa, his eyes glowing a dark, dangerous violet.
"Impressive," Malachi whispered. "But the games aren't over. Fenris!"
The massive hybrid stepped out from the shadows behind Malachi. He looked at the pit, then at the obsidian dagger tucked into his belt—the Lunar Dagger he’d stolen from Aradaa.