Blaze's POV:
You would think a centuries-old vampire like me would be more prepared for shit like this. But here I was—the first one to fall prey to a banshee.
Who would have thought it? The great Blaze, the one who's killed kings, ripped apart entire cities, and survived battles that would make a lesser immortal crumble… and this was what did me in. A fucking banshee. A goddamn shadow ghost.
I was feeling every ounce of frustration flood through my veins as I held Clare back from venturing into the fog.The fog—the one thing that had nearly torn her apart, both mentally and physically. I had been so terrified, my heart in my throat, that I couldn't even think straight. I had to get her out of there. Had to.
But Clare—damn it, Clare—was so determined to go back. Go back into that hell. That was when it hit me: I was a fool. Blind. So incredibly blind.
