"Are you sure?" He asked, his brow furrowing with concern. "Ash stabbed you." He lifted my shirt slightly, but I gently held his hand down.
"I’m fine, I’ve already healed," I smiled, though tears welled in my eyes. "Noah, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I tried to turn you. I’m so grateful Ash stopped me."
''It’s alright,'' Noah reassured her softly. ''It’s over now.'' He kissed her once more, seeking reassurance in her eyes. ''It is over, right? You promise you’re okay?''
''I promise,'' I replied, my voice steady.
''Can I ask you something?''
''Anything.''
''You mentioned the other night that you had considered turning me.''
''Anything but that,'' I interjected, a hint of desperation in her tone.
''I really want to know,'' Noah insisted, his expression serious. ''Was that the truth,
