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He sits up with a gasp, his blue eyes flashing with lightning. Blood darkens his lips, and his freckles disappear within his flushed cheeks. His Adam’s apple bobs as he licks his lips and swallows. Then he bends back over me, his tongue hot as he licks my wound.
Another jolt of pain goes through me, the numbing tingles no longer separating me from the throbbing ache. I groan and squeeze Delilah’s hand tighter. Zane’s vampire saliva does its magic healing thing, but I forgot how much such fast healing hurts.
After only a moment, though, the pain vanishes, leaving me lightheaded from its sudden absence.
Zane straightens once more and shakes his head. “What did you take?”
His words slur, and his eyes lose focus.
I tap him with my wand. “Night, night.”
His eyes roll back in his head, and he slumps onto his side, one leg still draped over my waist.
Another crash comes from out in the hall, followed by a roar. The door splinters as it bursts inward, and Haut’s rage fills the room with a writhing red light I’ve never seen before.
Haut’s anger is so pretty.
A giggle escapes me. “The room’s on fire.”
“Fucking hell.” Tris appears above me, his hair mussed and his shirt ripped. He shoves Zane’s leg off.
Losing its weight leaves me unanchored and floaty.
With gentle fingers, Tris checks my neck before rolling my head toward him. “Okay, sparky, your wound is closed, but we need to get you some blood.”
“All the blood went away.” I loll my head toward Haut, who clenches his hands open and closed as he looks for an enemy to destroy. “Don’t be angry.”
Tris lifts me into his arms, jostling me so that my head flops onto his chest. He turns toward Haut and snaps. “Either help me or go back outside to help the others. Just standing there and growling isn’t doing anything.”
Delilah stands from the bed. “Where’s Ambros?”
Tris carries me toward the broken door.
Haut rips his gaze away from the sleeping Zane to stride out into the hall ahead of him. “I’ll drive us to the clinic.”
“Call Rodney and tell him we need bags of O negative brought to the clinic.” Tris holds me tight as he hurries down the stairs.
Delilah’s light footsteps chase after us. “What’s happened to my brother?”
The front door stands open, and Haut holds the screen door for Tris. As soon as we’re out of the house, he races down the porch steps to his SUV and opens the back door. The howls of hunting wolves fill the air, and the crack of gunfire echoes through the night.
Tris slides in backward, cradling me on his lap.
Delilah catches the door before Haut can close it. “Where is Ambros?”
“He’s already on his way to the clinic.” Haut yanks open the driver’s door and climbs in. “Whatever attacked Rowe ripped his throat out.”
Delilah gasps, tears flooding her eyes.
Tris reaches out to grip the handle. “Get in the front seat if you want to come, but we need to go.”
The tears spill over, and Delilah releases the door to rush around to the front passenger seat.
As soon as we’re all in, Haut revs the engine, and the SUV races down the gravel driveway. The shadowed forest whips past the windows, the trees blurring together. Or maybe that’s just my eyes losing focus. My heart feels heavy in my chest, and sleep drags at my eyelids.
Tris shakes me. “Keep your eyes open, Rowe. Don’t you dare go to sleep.”
I roll my head on his shoulder. “Make the sparkles.”
