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“BACK AWAY, DAMIEN,” WALERONordered.
I slowly rose. “Abbs, the water—fuck—it spilled on your face. You changed it to blood.” I stared into her eyes, praying there was some semblance to the girl I’d grown to… No, I couldn’t love her. I didn’t. Christ, she’s a fuckin’ vampire. “You know what that means, don’t you, baby?”
Her eyes gleamed an intense crimson—like all vampires who were starving—and black lines ran underneath them, but her young, flawless skin was as white as doves. She stared at me with her upper lip curled, revealing two long, white fangs. Her head tilted to the side and her black lashes flickered while watching me with fearlessness.
Abruptly, she leapt onto the heels of her feet, crouching low on the bed, as if ready to attack. Then a low hiss escaped her lips.
Could she distinguish who I was? Did she know what happened?
Her body tensed and vibrated as a bolt of energy shot into her and she flew back onto the bed.
“Waleron, no.”
“She’s a vampire now. Think about what you’re doing.” His rough tone stopped me from going to Abby. “She’s a new vampire in a frenzy for blood. Nothing is clear in her mind except what her body craves. Do not approach or you will be her first meal. We need her shackled.”
“Jesus, Waleron.” My entire body rebelled at harming the woman I’d grown to care for. How was I supposed to do this? What was Waleron going to do with her? Shit, what was I going to do?
He spoke to me telepathically, and I suspected it was in case Abby could decipher what we were saying. “Release your Ink. She cannot take blood from it. Have it shackle her and put the pillowcase over her head.”
“Fuck, no.”
“You will or I will have no choice but to kill her,” Waleron ordered.
I smashed my fist into the wall so hard my knuckles bled.
“Damien, call to it now,” Waleron demanded.
I took my eyes off Abby and glanced at Waleron. “I can’t control it. You know this. And he hates you.”
“I will stay clear of him.”
Fuck, I hated my Ink.
“Now,” Waleron demanded.
I clenched my jaw and said to myself the words to call my Ink to life. “Rise to me. Bring forth life. Rise, faithful familiar, and breathe to protect.”
There was tingling in my shoulder then a slow burning on skin as my Ink awakened and slid down my arm to my palm. A beam of red heat penetrated my skin until a burst of white light swirled into the room.
Abby hissed and covered her eyes with her arm from the brilliant light. Waleron remained still, his eyes on my Ink as the light disappeared and in its place rose what looked like a saber-toothed tiger mixed with a human. Long, white fangs hung from a box-shaped muzzle that was covered in black skin. Piercing burgundy eyes, large and narrowed, glared with menacing intent at me and Waleron. My Ink uncurled to stand upright, his body covered in burnt-orange-and-black-striped fur. His hands were free of fur, but his nails were daggers, long and curved—deadly.
“Simian,” I said, “the woman is mine.”
Waleron snorted.
“She’s not to be harmed, but must be contained. Shackle her with the chains then cover her head so she cannot see.” I lowered my voice and repeated, “She is not to be harmed, Simian.”
My Ink turned his burgundy eyes to me with a low snarl then swept his fingernails across the wall, plaster breaking and falling to the floor. Shit, this was such a bad idea. But I knew Simian was our only chance at getting Abby controlled without killing her.
“Simian, do what I ask. Now.” I held my breath. My Ink was unpredictable and more often than not didn’t do as he was told.
His head jerked in Waleron’s direction. Simian dove for him, his massive paw-hands striking out at Waleron’s throat. “Simian, no,” I barked, but Waleron had disappeared into mist, leaving him striking at air.
“Simian!” I shouted again. “Do as I say. The girl.”
Waleron reappeared on the other side of the room, his face expressionless as if he’d expected the attack.
Abby made a low screech as Simian tilted his head and slowly started toward her. I stepped forward, ready to attack my Ink if need be, although I was uncertain who would win. It wouldn’t really matter though. If I died, so did he.
