I came to terms with a million nightmares that day. Fangs, claws and blood conspired to tear Lily from me, but I wasn’t ready to admit defeat. I would die first.
“Pryor!” Ned got up from the kitchen table. “You’re bleeding.”
I looked down at my right arm. “Just a small gash.” I lifted my arm and watched as blood ran across my fist and onto the silver necklace.
Ned eyed the chain. “What happened?”
“I let her go.” I dropped the necklace.
“Are you crazy?” Ned’s voice had gone up an octave on the last word and it surprised me how boyish he sounded.
I grabbed a roll of paper towels from the cabinet, wadded a couple, and watched the blood slowly turn the whole thing red. “One day is all I get.”
“Not for one day, maybe more, you don’t know!” Ned shouted.
“I do know, you don’t know. You do
