“I’ve notified anyone that might be able to help,” Griffen said.
Griffen.
“The remedy?” I asked. That seemed logical.
“They don’t know. The last one died in a few minutes.”
Thankfully, I didn’t even have time to spark that hope that there was a way out of this.
“Okay,” I managed.
“His blood, it stays in it,” Griffen explained, “Willa? Give me to the doctor, anyone, please. Hand me to someone.”
I held out my hand. I don’t know who but someone took the phone.
“Draining, but how much?”
“New blood.”
“Which blood?”
“Witchcraft.”
“No, science.”
I focused on Emmett and Caspien. I would be here, in this moment, while he was still here.
“You need to move, please.” Someone came up and brushed my arm, making me jolt.
“No.” Emmett buried his head in Caspien’s cold chest, the s
