Gin
"You're wasting your time," I mutter, tired of the amount of needles being poked into my numb forearms. Seeing my blood being drawn again and again is starting to irk the s**t out of me. "I'm surprised Alaric didn't already show you how to properly turn someone."
Eliana taps the railing by the bed where I'm tightly strapped. "And you're willing to share this with me?"
I give a nonchalant shrug. "Sinclair's going to kill you anyway. It will be knowledge wasted on you."
I can see irritation flicker in her eyes, but she manages to respond calmly. "You're delusional," the crazy woman tells me. How ironic. "You're the other woman. Sinclair and I, we have these sort of fights. He'll come around when you're gone."
She says it so softly and intently that my skin goes cold. The ease with w
