21
DAWN
I’m still shaking after Markula stalks out, so all that teeth chattering wasn’t fear of him and his humungous shadow. This somehow makes me feel better; more in control.
I’m not in control, though — my body is dying. I’m still fighting that, in my head at least, but I know the fight will not last. If humans could just decide not to be vampires, I wouldn’t be strapped to a bed.
Silas has moved to the mattress at my feet, his hand on my shackled ankle. Kain dabs at my elbow with something that might be iodine, but it smells like skunk, and I shrink back against Draynor who’s still sitting on my other side — the shackles tighten. My flesh screams. f**k this s**t. Draynor whispers something I cannot hear, but the stinging in the wound eases … a little. My body from the chest down i
