Chapter Nineteen
“Nola,” Kieran said, reaching toward her.
Nola took a step back. Pain shot through her leg as something sharp cut into her calf. She didn’t dare look away from Kieran as warm blood trickled down her ankle.
“Nola, you’re hurt.” Kieran stepped forward.
“Don’t touch me.” Nola felt for the truck bed behind her. She stepped sideways, gasping in pain as she put weight on her leg.
“Let me help you.” Pain flooded Kieran’s eyes. “Nola, I would never hurt you.”
“You’re a vampire,” Nola spat.
“So, is Emanuel—”
“That’s different.”
“And Raina, and Desmond. You came out here to save vampires.”
“But not you!” Nola shouted. “You weren’t supposed to be like them.” Tears streamed down her face.
“Why?” Kieran asked. “Why does it matter?”
“You drink blood?” Nola’s voice quaked.
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