22
WE DROPPED DUNCAN OFF at the marina first.
“I’ll see you tonight,” he said, as I got out of the car to hop into the front seat. “We have some things to talk about.”
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to jump into anything with him. My head was still spinning from what had happened with Ethan. Even now, my heart felt foolishly heavy.
He grabbed my hand and I noticed his was getting cool again. “I don’t expect anything from you. I just have a few things that I’d like to get off my chest.”
I stared at his face, which seemed much paler than earlier. “Duncan, your skin, it’s getting cold.”
He frowned and released my hand. “Yeah, I know.”
I sighed. The thought of him having to drink blood to stay alive for the rest of his life made me physically ill. Not to mention how he’d actually acquired it
