ALPHA CORVIN
Freya stood there in the center of the room with a bloodied trembling hand, and Zoya was on the floor impaled deep in her chest with a knife, blood pooling rapidly around her body and soaking into the carpet in an expanding circle.
"What—" I could barely form coherent words, my mind struggling.
"She came here to kill Ryker," Freya said quickly, her voice shaking. "She drugged everyone in the entire house. It did not work on me because I am a witch. I felt the poison in the wine and shielded myself immediately with a protection charm."
I looked at Zoya gasping desperately for air on the floor, her hands clutching uselessly at the knife in her chest, her eyes terrified as blood bubbled from her lips with each struggling breath.
Ryker was on the bed, still unconscious but starting to stir slightly now, his head moving and his breathing changing.
