Poppy’s heart starts pounding her chest out of fright as the vampire pounces towards Trey, with such speed and strength that he is instantly overwhelmed and immediately thrown on the defensive. She tries to dash forward, to jump into the fray and help in any way that she can, but she feels two strong hands grab onto her upper arms, freezing her in place.
As she is whipped around, she finds herself face to face with yet another vampire, eyes as dark as the deepest void staring into her soul. She struggles, causing the vampire to almost lose her grip on her, but her undead, cold fingers do not loosen their grasp on her.
Poppy: “Let me go!”
Destiny: “Please, your husband will be just fine. He isn’t the one we want. It’s you. It’s always been you.”