We never even had a chance to say goodbye,I whispered to Cam.Why would you do this to us after a thousand years? Are you truly that confident that you can change that crazy bitch’s mind?
But it was too late to ask questions.
Too late to change his mind.
Too late to do anything other than wait…
And waited I had for over a hundred years.
Until Mira had told me they’d found Cam.
My mind whirled with the memory of my relief, my elation, my nervousness.
I hadn’t understood why our mental connection remained closed, but thought it might have to do with being away from my Cam for so long.
So many years of longing.
So many decades of worrying.
Over a century of solitude and waiting for my mate’s touch.
I hugged my knees tighter to my chest, confused all over again by Mira’s claims.
We got on the plane,I remembered.I felt uneasy. But that was to be expected, right? I hadn’t seen Cam in so long…
I swallowed.
And then we landed.
The image of it was clear in my mind.Cam. He’d been standing in a proud posture off the tarmac, his dark hair longer than usual, fluttering just past his ears. But those striking blue eyes had been the same. As had his muscular build. That tall wall of strength.
I’d run to him.
Exuberant.
My heart bursting with renewed joy.
And then he bit me.
My hand flew upward to my neck, but the evidence of his bite didn’t exist.
A dream, then?
Maybe.
Except…
He… he killed me.
My eyes widened as the final vestiges of reality settled over my mind.Cam killed me.
“No,” I mouthed, my brow furrowing.No. No, that can’t be right. He wouldn’t… Cam would never…
He’d barely ever drunk from me during our millennium together. He… he’d only ever bitten me with permission or when he’d needed blood.
I touched my neck again.
But he drank until I died.
