Vince was carrying Natalie up the stairs to her room when Mikhail caught up with him.
“What happened?”
“She’s slipped into unconsciousness, I think she needs blood.” Vince said.
Mikhail stiffened. He had spoken to her about looking pale late last night and offered her his blood if she needed it. She had said it was too soon…Mikhail’s body was still accepting and adjusting to Mazacain’s blood. She had told him she couldn’t take his blood for probably another week, but she would be fine. Now she wasn’t.
“Stupid fool.” He muttered and shook his head. He felt to blame, she had given everything to him and he had failed her. He had failed to recognise her need, because of his own need to control, he had harmed her.
He sat down heavily on the bed and cradled his head in his hands as Vince la
