“Talia?” I whispered, sitting up. I was lying on the floor and covered in my own blood.
“She’s gone,” said a masculine voice.
I whipped my head around and stared at the stranger standing in the shadows of my bedroom. He was tall, with pale skin and light blond hair. When he smiled, it was kind and filled with concern.
“Who are you?” I asked sharply, standing up. “Where’s my sister?”
He raised his hands and took a step toward me. “My name is Lucian. I mean you no harm. I heard your screams and came to help.”
I relaxed slightly. “Oh.”
“Are you okay? There’s a lot of blood on you.”
I looked at my wrists, both had quite a bit of dried blood, actually. But the marks from Talia’s fangs were gone. “Was I dreaming?” I said out loud.
“I don’t think so,” he replied. “In fact, there’s somethi
