Nadia
When I went downstairs the next day, I expected to find the same chaotic scene from the night before: broken furniture. The bittersweet smell of sulfur from the summoning. The pentagram made of salt drawn on the floor.
But there was nothing.
The living room was magically clean. Any trace of the previous night had simply vanished into the air.
The possession, the exorcism. Viktor drinking my blood with fierce red eyes. Pulling me close to him on the couch, dragging his fangs along my neck with hunger.
I shook my head to myself. Aside from the bite on my wrist and the purplish bruise of his lips on my neck, everything now existed only in my memory.
"Arcano, what the hell happened here?" I shouted toward the top of the stairs. "Besides the obvious."
To my surprise, he did not app
