The night was dark and long, even the air felt heavy. After moving Lyra to our bed, I sat down next to her, holding her and listening to her screams echo through the room, making me grateful for the privacy spell, because Aidan would have been frantic.
I couldn't believe this was happening. I hated myself for not letting her walk through the portal ahead of me. That one decision would torture me for life.
Lyra's body thrashed around on the bed, while I tried to keep her still. Sweat soaked both our clothes, her pillow and sheets. Each wave of pain twisted her face into a mask of horror, and I could tell she was trying to hold in her screams.
I felt helpless. I couldn’t bear to think of losing her. But I knew, even if she was a vampire, I was keeping her.
I grabbed a glass of water, h
