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“Just in time,” Waleron said, his solid form emerging from mist. “Stay away from her, Damien. It’s too late to save her, and she must not Transition.”
I crawled to my feet, ignoring the pain in my shoulder. “I can’t let her die.”
“So you’ll make her something she’d hate you for?” Waleron nodded toward Abby. “She turned twenty-five yesterday. With her birthday came the ability to turn water into blood. A vampire with her ability is catastrophic. Liam must have known about it.”
“Fuck.” I glanced over at the cold, lifeless body I’d spent every second of every day for months with. That was why she always asked me the date. Why she’d refused to drink the water over the past few days. She knew what would happen if she drank water after her birthday.
If she had drunk the water, she’d have turned into a vampire, changing the water to blood. I wouldn’t have known until it was too late. She’d have killed me.
“So we just let her die?” I said.
“She is dead, Damien. There is nothing we can do.”
The words were too real, sinking into me like a lead weight, carrying me under until I could barely breathe. Never to see her smile, feel her touch, hear her laughter. No, she couldn’t be gone.
I inched closer to the bed, needing to feel her, to hear her voice, feel her hand resting on my chest like she did while we sat together every day. Once more. That was all I needed. Just one more time.
Waleron grabbed my arm and jerked me back. “No, Damien. Leave here. I will take her back to the coven.”
I pulled out of his grip and glared at him. I felt the heat of my Ink tingling on my shoulder. It was moving within me, needing vengeance—freedom. My Ink had a mind of its own, and I never called to it because it had more control over me than I had of it.
Waleron knew it too by the way his eyes swirled with power. “Unleash it and I will retaliate with its demise.”
“Then give me this. Give me time to say goodbye.”
“No. I feel your emotions. You will do anything to see her live. I cannot risk it. Walk away, Damien,” Waleron warned.
My eyes blazed with fury and my Ink burned. Everything in me said to fight for her, but everything sane said to walk away and live another day.
A sudden intake of breath had both of us turning to the bed.
“Abby?” I ran to the bed, fell to my knees, and took her hand. “Sweet Jesus, Abbs, I thought I’d—”
“Get away from her!” Waleron shouted. He nodded to the glass of water that had been on the nightstand and now lay empty next to her on the bed. Abby’s face was covered in water. “She’s Transitioned.”
