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there and then, but for some reason he chose to let her live, and she’s been working to repay the debt to him ever since. Being a vampire offered her a new life, away from the pain that she was used to, and she adjusted to it with ease. She always swore that she would make her foster brother pay. And she did, by ripping out his throat.
    “So, I heard that someone went a little crazy last night.” She falls into step beside me, not out of breath in the slightest considering that she just ran from one end of the hallway to the other in less than twenty seconds.
    I huff. “You heard? Or you were gossiping?”
    “I heard. I don’t gossip. You know me.” Lora feigns offense and laughs. “Don’t make me gossip some more to get to the truth.”
    I stop and face her with a frown. “Evan finally said I could go outside.”
    “Aah, the hunk let you off your training reins. About time.”
    “That’s what I thought, but then it wasn’t anything like I hoped it would be. I freaked. Evan said it was a sensory overload or something.” I groan, feeling my head beginning to hurt again.
    “And what do you think?”
    “I try not to. It hurts to think. I feel confused and weak when I think, and when I feel like that, she wakes up and ruins everything, like last night. I can’t seem to get a grip on her.” I rub a hand on one side of my temple. “I think I’m losing it. I just worry that—I don’t know what I’ll be like if I do lose it. Would it really be so bad?”
    Lora looks horrified and grabs my elbow before pulling me into the closest room, closing the door behind her. I stare around us in annoyance, realising that we are in an empty classroom, long since abandoned and full of dusty furniture. With a vampire’s super-keen eyesight, things like dust are a great irritation.
    “Yes, it would be that bad,” she shout-whispers dramatically, her head of blond curls bobbing around her face. “There’s an old story—a myth, really—that that’s what happened to the Queen. That’s why she’s so…” Lora rolls her eyes and gags. “Creepy-looking.” She shrugs her shoulders and grimaces.
    It’s true that the Queen is not blessed with the standard beauty of normal vampires. Her skin is like polished marble and glistens as if damp, her hair pure white, and her eyes elongated. But her teeth are what instil the most fear, for she does not have two fangs in her mouth. Her mouth is filled with row upon row of tiny fangs. Sharp, pointed teeth that could rip a man in half if they wanted. She is not the all-encompassing beauty, but she is beautiful in her own way. For there is none like her in this world.
    “I think that has more to do with her being thousands of years old.”
    “Maybe, but look, all I’m saying is that you can’t go around talking about letting your inner vampire out. That bitch is powerful, and the Queen only allows the most self-disciplined and controllable vampires to stay here. The rest—any that talk of releasing their inner vampires—are taken away and never seen again.”
    I shrug. “So, she’ll kick me out. What’s the worst damn thing that could happen? I hate it here. I’m sick of being controlled and held back. Right now, I’d gladly take freedom.” I run a finger along one of the tables and grimace as a clean path is left in its wake.
    “It’s not freedom you’ll get. It’s death.”
    I look back to her and watch as her eyes grow wide.
    “There’s only one all-powerful vampire allowed to live, and that’s the Queen. So stop throwing remarks like that around so casually, Mia.” She places a hand on my arm. “You’ll get there, you’ll control her , and then you’ll be unstoppable.”
    She’s not the first person to say that to me. The Queen went out of her way to get me here, and I know she wouldn’t let me go without a fight. She lost a powerful and old Bastion vampire—Mr Breckt—to keep me. My heart, or rather what should be my heart, burns at the thought of