Chapter 7:
ALESSIA
“You made me.” Axel’s words had been echoing since last night. I hadn’t slept. BloodNight was predator-quiet. Cider-and-cologne still clung to my throat. Blackwell had known, but his kindness was positioning and I was tired of being moved.
My phone buzzed at 6:03 AM. Liam. “Where the f**k are you?” Just venom. “Alessia, are you deaf now or just stupid?” I felt Mira stir for the first time since entering BloodNight. “I’m at the hospital,” I lied. “Bullshit,” Liam snapped. “Last night you smelled like them.” My blood went cold. “Who told you?” He laughed, hollow. “You think I don’t have eyes in BloodNight? You’re mine.” The line went died.
I threw the phone, Cider and cologne hit me. All three were in the doorway. “He knows i am here with you three,” I said. “And who
