The cup of blood I’d been drinking when I fell asleep sits cold on the coffee table. I scurry to shove my feet back into my shoes and take off for the door. Throwing it open, I nearly collide with Nellie and Helga. “Thank god, Your Highness. It’s Emory!” “In the library?” I ask them, and they conf
The doctor and his team work quickly to get the blood flowing back into Emory. At the same time, they patch up the marks in her neck where she was bitten, and the doctor sets her broken arm and puts it in a cast. He says, “Her shoulder was dislocated, but now that it’s back in place, I believe her b
Rainer Those two fucking assholes had a head start on me, but that doesn’t stop me from tracking them down. It’s not too hard. I just follow the trail of dead bodies they leave in their wake. Lex was able to get the guard on their trail as they left the library, so as I rush after them, I encounter
Is this really the same asshole I was sitting across from at dinner just a few hours ago? How did we get to this? “You really wanna die for her?” I ask him, as I continue to run at him full speed. “You only think you know what happened, but you’re wrong. It wasn’t Opal who planned this. It was Lex
“Come on!” he shouts, ready to run after again, but two things are stopping me. One, I see a puddle of fresh oil on the ground on the asphalt near where we are sitting, and two, I can hear the roar of an engine in the distance. We don’t have much need for vehicles when we can run almost as fast as o
Emory I hear a beeping sound, faintly, in the background, and I know that it’s some kind of machine. I remember hearing them in the hospital when Lola was born. For a moment, I am back there, and I am wanting to hold the baby but also want to see her mother, and I’m told that she died in childbirth
“He sacrificed himself for her,” Kane explains. “They had a car waiting on the other side of the wall, closest to their clan lands. Jacob slowed Rainer up so that Opal could get away. She’s gone now, and I’m pretty sure she managed to slip through our border patrol, too. I’m going to go call her fat
Emory Lex looks different when he comes in. It’s not just that he’s got smudges of dirt all over him and his clothing is torn, something I can’t imagine from the polished Lex I saw at dinner the other night and in the library earlier, but his countenance has changed. “Hello,” he says as he walks t