Her eyes fixed on him.
“How does that stop someone from dying?”
“It started a transition.”
“A transition into what?”
Rhen held her stare.
“What I am.”
Fear and confusion moved across her face.
“What are you?”
“A vampire.”
Silence followed.
Veya stared at him as though waiting for the word to rearrange itself into something possible.
It did not.
“That isn’t real.”
Rhen allowed his fangs to descend.
Her body went rigid.
He retracted them without moving closer.
“It is now.”
Veya looked down at her hands, then pressed them against her chest again.
“No heartbeat.”
“You no longer need one.”
Her gaze returned to him.
“Am I dead?”
“No.”
“Then what am I?”
“Unstable.”
“That isn’t an answer.”
“It is the only one that matters tonight.”
Her fear sharpened briefly into anger.
“Who are you?”
“Rhen.”
