Page 132 of Dark Flame
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Yet, it hurts.
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More than anything, my gums ache.
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“Hey, I got you, you’re okay.”
Alec?
No, but it is a voice I vaguely recognize. Likeveryvaguely.
“This isn’t what I expected to find.”
Right. Arthur and Violet mentioned a vampire would be on his way. Is this him? Which means, any moment now, I’m about to be drained dry, right? For the cure.
Shit.
“You need blood, Miss Sinclair, and fast. And then, you and I will wait for the real show.”
Blood? Show?
I’d ask but everything feels so weighted, and blackness envelops me again.
Fifty-Five
ALEC
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My eyes open.
Black encompasses my vision, but it quickly fades for colour, making the witch hanging over me, her mouth in a frown, clearer.
Everything comes back in a rush that causes my chest to clench. Including why this witch is above me. Why I’m lying on the ground of some tiny shop in Banff.
Harlow died.
My Bride is dead.
