CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
To say that I didn’t want to take the serrated knife offered to me by the Vampire Collective was an understatement. To say that I wanted Fiona to kill me was a gross understatement.
“If you do not act,” the Vampire Collective said, “we will die, and so will you, your dog, and your servant.”
“My servant’s already dead,” I said.
The Vampire Collective swirled into anger, growing bigger.
“Then you must decide if sacrificing your own life and the lives of two you love are worth defiance,” the collective said.
My stomach knotted at the thought of Hazel dying and Bo being released into the spirit world. We would both be spirits.
“You vampires love your blood sacrifices,” I said. “Maybe we can talk more about how foolish you are when I’m in the great beyond.”
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