tears. Julia was surprised she had enough tears to
shed. Her mind was so beleaguered with grief she could hardly
breathe. Why didn't they just kill her now?
After all, that's what they were good
at.
Killing.
William tapped his cell to hibernate and
pocketed it inside the jacket he wore. He breathed out in an
elaborate exhale. They took a chance implementing this protocol. If
they did not follow it to the letter, they would lose her.
This girl. The Blood Singer from the Book of
Blood.
The Rare One.
He gave Pierce a full look as they walked
together toward the girl.
Julia watched them come, one dark and one
light. Angels. They looked like angels.
Angels of death.
Her arms long ago released, she lay there,
unable to move a muscle. Only her eyes rolled in their sockets,
tracking their approach.
William crouched down, feeling the hollow on
the underside of her wrist, where a thready pulse beat. “She is
close, it is a near thing.”
Pierce nodded. “It must be you. You are the
one with Singer heritage coursing through your veins. Maybe you can
bring her back.”
William had hoped that she would come around
these past months. But they could tarry here no longer. The Were
drew near, circling like sharks in water saturated by blood. This
coven grew restless with her presence, Blood Singers were a stick
to stir the cauldron of trouble. He had already waited too long.
She was weak, compromised.
Julia looked up at him with eyes of liquid
gold and he breathed through his mouth, hoping the scent of her
would not impede what he must do.
It was a risk he must accept.
Julia saw William look at her intently and
kept her eyes open with effort. Something was building, it thrummed
deep in her bones like a call. Julia whimpered. She hated to be
weak but knew what they were capable of. She watched as his eyes
drank in the sight of her. Then his fangs elongated, escaping his
mouth. She opened her own to scream and nothing came out.
His eyes tightened at her expression as he
tore into the flesh of his own wrist. Black blood began oozing out
of his damaged forearm and flowed down, dripping onto her neck. The
droplets splattered like hot candle wax on her skin.
“Drink,” William said,
lowering his wrist down to her mouth.
She shook her head, with her ebbing strength
she clamped her lips together.
William's eyes flicked behind her and he
grunted, frustrated.
“Hold her,” he said with a
voice filled with regret.
Large hands clamped onto either side of her
head and she was helpless to move in the jaws of their hold.
Just helpless, Julia seethed with
frustration.
The poison of his body poured into her mouth
in a steady stream and she fought, trying to move her head, but
steel bands of flesh held her in position.
He pressed his forearm onto her mouth and
with his other hand he pinched her nostrils together and she sucked
the blood down into her throat as she began to clench her teeth
around his arm.
He didn't react like she thought he would.
He dragged her against himself, Pierce releasing her in surprise.
Her mouth on his arm, clamping down. Julia bit down with everything
she had.
His eyes dilated, the silver disappearing to
be replaced by deep crimson. He pressed her against him, his fangs
completely extended.
“William! Control
yourself!” Pierce yelled, coming for him.
Julia hung on for dear life as she watched
those black eyes look at her with such longing and loneliness. As
he reared to strike a fist crashed into the side of his temple.
Her mouth was torn off his forearm, her body
sliding off his lap onto the floor.
Julia lay in a small heap on her side as a
fire burnt inside her. It became a delicious roar within. She was
being consumed by heat. It burned and itched. She melted into the
intense warmth, her consciousness narrowing.
As her mind dimmed, she saw the other
creature check on William, his black eyes shut.
The creature named Pierce looked in her
direction and he was sideways.
Julia