22
DAWN
Hours pass. The night edges into a brilliant dawn. I stare through the glass, thinking it might be the last sunrise I see with human eyes, but I can’t keep looking — the sunlight burns. Is it starting? But no, human or vampire, it’s always ill-advised to stare straight into the f*****g sun.
“Will the sunrises look different?” I ask.
They nod, but they don’t explain. Perhaps they can’t. It seems there is much about becoming a vampire that’s on the unpredictable side. What I really want to know is whether I’ll be like Mikael. Whether I’ll kill for sport.
But no one can answer that.
Silas and Draynor take turns lying in the bed with me, though Draynor’s always nearby, ready in case it begins to hurt again. But the pain has steadied. There’s a soreness wrapped around my rib cage,
