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Lucian motioned me closer. I inched across the floor until I was as close to Isabel as I could be without lying on top of her.

“She’ll be ravenous. There will be no stopping her. She’ll drain you dry,” Lucian said.

I glanced at the humans. “You were willing to sacrifice one of them?”

“For Isabel, any of my children, I’d sacrifice anyone, including you.” He held out the knife. “It’s your decision, werewolf.”

I didn’t want to die, but my animalistic urges wouldn’t let another man feed her. I was her mate and I’d take care of her needs. No matter what they were. I’d die before I could tell her what she meant to me, but maybe that was for the best. Vampires killed werewolves. How did I think a relationship would go between us? Me wantingher as my mate was pointless and at least this way I’d die knowing I’d saved her.

“Do it.” I nodded.

Lucian didn’t waste time, he sliced my wrist with the knife and crushed the gushing wound over Isabel’s mouth. My blood ran over her lips and down the side of her face adding to the macabre scene. I sensed a movement under my wrist. Isabel’s lips opened. My blood ran into her mouth and down the back of her throat. A minute later, her teeth sank into my flesh. The bite was harsh, a stab of fangs, and then exploded the euphoric sensation of her bite. Oh, to die this way would be wonderful.

Her hands lifted to my wrist and held it against her mouth. Her newly healed throat worked on deep swallows of my blood. I watched, fascinated by the way her mouth worked my flesh. This sight would stay with me until I died. Her blood-red lips. The dark fall of her lashes over her pale cheeks. The way her hair grew more luminous under the fall of the moonlight streaming in through the window. My knees wobbled, and I sunk onto them at the side of the bed. My heartbeat grew fainter in my ears. Every limb in my body ached over the euphoric sensation as though the act of dying couldn’t be overridden by whatever was in their fangs.

“Isabel,” I said with my last dying breath.

Her eyes snapped open. My beautiful vampire. So full of life. So beautiful. Mine. But now I was about to leave this world.

Chapter twenty-seven

Isabel

Dante?

Why was I drinking from his wrist? The last thing I remember, I was about to sink my fangs into the back of his neck. What was going on? The slow pace of his heart hit me. I released my fangs and shoved his wrist from my mouth. He collapsed on the floor.

“Dante!”

I jumped from the bed and landed by his side. His pulse fluttered weakly so close to death that every cell in my bodyrejected the idea.

“Isabel, leave him to die. He offered his life for yours,” Lucian said, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Lucian, what’s going on?”

I glanced around the room. My bedroom. Lucian, Maximus, Renee, and three strange humans stood inside it. Nemisis sat on my bedhead watching the room with her beady eyes. How the hell did I get in my bedroom when I was outside? Wait. I touched Dante on the shoulder. Was I corporeal in the castle now?

Lucian’s eyes hardened. “Silas decapitated you.”

“What?” I reeled back on my haunches.

“I found this werewolf with your body, and he gave me an insane story about Silas cursing you. We didn’t believe it but Maximus and the werewolf fetched your head and I healed you.”

His words, while I should address them, weren’t important right now with Dante’s heart growing even fainter.

“Help him,” I said.

“How?” Lucian asked. “You drained him to the point of death.”

“Give him blood,” I yelled.

I’d do it myself but if what he said was true and he’d just healed me from decapitation, then my blood would be useless.

Maximus and Lucian shook their heads.

“We’re too depleted ourselves,” Lucian said. “It took a lot from me to heal you, and Maximus hasn’t fed for the week it took to find your head and return it here.”

“Renee?” I begged.

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