19
SILAS
She’s already dead, though she does not know yet.
Dawn lays limp on the floor, the bodies of the dead vampires littered around her. Blood covers her face, her shirt, and even from here, I can see the gouges in her flesh — long, sticky open wounds. This isn’t like when Mikael attacked her, when the only blood he spilled stayed soaking the fabric of his pants.
Now she has vampire blood in her veins.
There is a guilty pleasure in this; that she has been accidentally shoved into immortality. Markula cannot object to her staying with us now — we cannot leave a new vamp to fend for herself.
Kain looks on from the hallway; Draynor’s face is pained. Markula crosses his arms. “We don’t know that they’ve turned her.”
Impossible — he’s impossible. “She has their blood in her wounds, b
