I shut the door behind me with a firm click, snapping Gosto and Fosco out of their argument. Their heads whipped around at the sound, both muttering curses under their breath.
Crossing my arms, I glared at them.
“Mind telling me exactly what the hell that meant?” My voice was sharp, strained with fury.
Fosco let out a heavy sigh, lifting his hands in resignation.
“I gave you my blood to heal you,” he said, evenly.
“And yes, I knew there was a chance… a real chance, that if you were too far gone, you’d wake up… different.”
My breath caught, the tremble in my chest betraying the cold realization settling in.
“Different?” My voice came out tight.
“As in turned into a vampire?”
“Yes,” Gosto cut in, voice clipped.
“But nothing happened,” Fosco shot back, eyeing Gosto with a cold edge.
