I woke up to three bodies surrounding me. Avalon was at my back, Osilus at my front, Zane curled against my legs. The mate bonds hummed contentedly, three steady pulses that had become as familiar as breathing.
The fourth pulse which was Havic's own felt cold and almost nonexistent. Something was definitely wrong.
"Morning," Osilus murmured, his eyes opening. "How do you feel?"
"Sore, but better" I admitted. "The Phoenix healing helps."
"Good," he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Because we have a long day ahead. The curse research won't do itself."
Avalon stirred behind me, his arm tightening around my waist. "Five more minutes," he mumbled.
"We don't have five minutes," I said. "Every day we wait, more vampires die. We need to find this cure and get out of here."
"Always so
