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Why I am so, so thirsty.
“I died.”
The shadows under Nox’s eyes deepen. “I killed you. Before I really understood what was happening. She told me that the change was going to be permanent, and the next thing I knew, I had snapped her—your—neck.”
His words are devoid of emotion, like he’s already recited them to himself a thousand times.
Perhaps because he’s already explained them to the queen a thousand times.
“You performed the ritual. With Farin’s ashes. You brought me back.”
Nox lets out a shaky breath. “No. I would never, Blaise. I would never condemn you to the life I live.”
I snap my head up. “Then how?”
“There’s something else about my blood that I didn’t understand. It’s never been tested before. I think there were secrets—secrets even Cinderella’s vampire lover wouldn’t tell her. I’ve been mulling over it”—indeed, there are scribbles and equations all over the chalkboard—“and I think you were doomed to this life the moment my blood touched your lips.”
My fingers absentmindedly find the curve of my mouth, which I imagine is still stained with blood. I expect my skin to be dry, but my fingertips are soft and supple.
Healthy, in the coldest sort of way.
When I push my finger against the outer rim of my gum, I feel a bulge that wasn’t there before. An extra set of canines tucked safely away, lying in wait.
“Have I killed anyone?” I ask, remembering Nox’s stories from directly following his Turning. Wondering how many bodies litter the path of my dreams.
Nox shakes his head. “No one. You’ve just now woken up.”
The way he says it,just now, makes it feel inevitable. That being awake is all it takes to snap, to lose control and feast on the blood of another.
It’s then I remember the dream, the way Ellie’s blood called to me.
The way I didn’tlosecontrol as much as I forgot it was a thing that exists.
“So all this happened to me because I drank your blood once, then died?” I ask, scanning my body for the first time. I’ve always been somewhat scrawny, but even after days left unconscious, I can tell muscle has packed onto my thighs, my hips, that it spreads like a leaf along both sides of my back.
“That’s the theory,” says Nox, “but I’m still not sure if there would have been an expiration date to my blood in your system. You drank my blood during the last full moon, but would it have had the same effect if you had…”
“If I had waited a year to die.”
Nox swallows, and guilt pangs at my chest. It had annoyed me that he was speaking of my death in such logical terms, but now as I trace the shadows under his eyes, I can tell his detachment from my death has nothing to do with letting his curiosity get the better of him, and much more to do with coping however he can. A way to feel that he was helping me when he didn’t know if I would wake.
When he didn’t know ifIwould wake.
“I’ll help you. You won’t have to hurt anyone,” he says. Lies are more than free to spill from his mouth—the fae curse doesn’t bind him. I’m sure of it now.
I believe him anyway.
I nod, and though that should be the question haunting my mind at the moment, of whether I’ll survive this transition without taking the lives of the innocent, it isn’t what plagues me at the moment.
“And the parasite?” I ask.
The lantern light flickers, and with it, Nox’s expression. “I don’t know.”
My brow furrows, and something squeezes my chest from the inside. I wonder if it’s the parasite teasing me, informing me that it’s still there.
Dread soaks my limbs. I can’t imagine having more self-control than Nox—not when I’m not exactly known to possess such as a strength. I’d rather not consider what the parasite will do with this bloodlust of mine when she gets a hold of my body during the next full moon.
“It’s possible your Turning destroyed it,” says Nox. “That it didn’t survive the dark magic poisoning your mind, your blood.”
