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Waleron’s steps remained steady.

“No.” There was a loud grunt and Balen muttered a string of curses. “Abbs, damn it, I love you. I goddamn love you,” Damien shouted.

My knees buckled.

Waleron was at my side before I collapsed and put his arm around my waist.

Damien, don’t do this. Please.

“You kill her, I won’t stop until you’re dead, Waleron,” Damien threatened.

I glanced at Waleron, my heart pounding, afraid for Damien. Afraid Waleron would be forced to kill him, too.

He squeezed my waist. “He speaks rashly. The Scars will look out for him.”

I nodded, staring at my feet as we walked.

I did this for both of us. I was a vampire. He was a Scar. It was impossible.

We were impossible.

Tears streamed down my face, and this time, I didn’t bother to wipe them away. I peered up at Waleron. “Tell him the truth. Tell him I drank Liam’s blood on purpose.”

Waleron scowled. “He will hate you.”

Yeah, he would. “Yeah. It’s better if he does.”

He hesitated, glanced over his shoulder at the fight still happening between Damien and the Scars, and then he nodded. “Perhaps.”

I stopped at the front door and looked back one more time. Damien was hidden behind the Scars surrounding him. “Goodbye, Damien,” I said in a choked whisper.

I love you more than anything. More than my life. This is the only way.

Breathe.

Don’t look back.

I raised my head and walked out into the darkness, my executioner right behind.

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