A_Fire_in_the_Flesh_Kobo

Pale, grayish-blue lips peeled back, revealing four long canines that hadn’t been there before, two on the upper row and two on the bottom.
Just like the fangs that had appeared on the seamstress, Andreia.
“What the fuck?” I gasped, shoving him off.
I scrambled away, my heart thumping as he landed on his side. His body twitched, arms jerking uncontrollably, and head whipping toward me. The sound he made then was like the shrieks of a hundred souls sentenced to the Abyss, sending a chill down my spine. He launched to his feet, coming right for me like no one else was around.
I stumbled to my feet, bracing myself—
A shadowstone sword swept forward, catching him at the neck. His scream ended abruptly as the sword cleaved through, severing the head.
Stunned, I watched the body crumble, unable to process how the Chosen had gone from what I’d seen in the chamber to this.
“Fucking Craven,” the guard muttered, and my gaze snapped to him. A lock of brown hair fell over his forehead as he nudged the head with his foot. “Abominations.”
I’d been right.
What Andreia—what this Chosen—had become was a Craven. And the woman who’d bitten him had been something else.
“Your Highness,” came a raspy whisper from behind me.
My shoulders tensed. How had I forgotten about the draken? My escape plan? The Craven and whatever the woman was fell to the wayside. I searched for the embers and found them. They throbbed to life, a little weaker than before but still there. I stepped forward and twisted, calling the essence. Heat hit my veins as my eyes locked with ones that flickered between crimson and sapphire—
A hand landed on the nape of my neck, warm fingers digging into the side of my throat. I tried to lift my arms and step away from the sudden pressure, but my muscles went rigid, and a dizzying whirlpool of darkness rose, pulling me into the vast nothingness without mercy.

whatever the woman was fell to the wayside. I searched for the

Pale, grayish-blue lips peeled back, revealing four long canines that hadn’t been there before, two on the upper row and two on the bottom.
Just like the fangs that had appeared on the seamstress, Andreia.
“What the fuck?” I gasped, shoving him off.
I scrambled away, my heart thumping as he landed on his side. His body twitched, arms jerking uncontrollably, and head whipping toward me. The sound he made then was like the shrieks of a hundred souls sentenced to the Abyss, sending a chill down my spine. He launched to his feet, coming right for me like no one else was around.
I stumbled to my feet, bracing myself—
A shadowstone sword swept forward, catching him at the neck. His scream ended abruptly as the sword cleaved through, severing the head.
Stunned, I watched the body crumble, unable to process how the Chosen had gone from what I’d seen in the chamber to this.
“Fucking Craven,” the guard muttered, and my gaze snapped to him. A lock of brown hair fell over his forehead as he nudged the head with his foot. “Abominations.”
I’d been right.
What Andreia—what this Chosen—had become was a Craven. And the woman who’d bitten him had been something else.
“Your Highness,” came a raspy whisper from behind me.
My shoulders tensed. How had I forgotten about the draken? My escape plan? The Craven and whatever the woman was fell to the wayside. I searched for the embers and found them. They throbbed to life, a little weaker than before but still there. I stepped forward and twisted, calling the essence. Heat hit my veins as my eyes locked with ones that flickered between crimson and sapphire—
A hand landed on the nape of my neck, warm fingers digging into the side of my throat. I tried to lift my arms and step away from the sudden pressure, but my muscles went rigid, and a dizzying whirlpool of darkness rose, pulling me into the vast nothingness without mercy.