“There was once a boy who—” Victoria frowned, too, and followed the line of his vision. “What is it?”
A second later, Tucker seemed to appear out of nowhere, suddenly right in front of Aden, tears streaming down his face. “What the—”
The crowd and cars disappeared—Victoria, too—leaving Aden on a deserted street. A deserted street he’d seen in countless visions. One he’d dreaded finding. One he’d hoped to avoid.
Aden backed up, gearing to fight. Tucker followed.
“I’m sorry, so very, very sorry,” Tucker said. “He told me you would be here. Why did you have to be here?”
Before the last word left his mouth, before Aden could go on the offensive, a sharp pain he recognized, hated, dreaded, expected, lanced through him, slicing through bone, through muscle, through…organ. Every beat of his heart sliced the wound deeper, wider.
The very heartbeat that kept him alive was killing him.
Tucker fled, footsteps pounding.
The pain exploded, as sharp as the blade. Aden looked down, saw the hilt dripping crimson. A gasp of blood gurgled from him, and he heard Victoria scream his name. Where was she? He still couldn’t see her. He was alone. Was going to die all alone.
Not even a day. He hadn’t even had a day of rest. Even God had had a day of rest. Strange thoughts, he mused. “Worth…it,” he said, hoping Victoria would hear him, wherever she was. She was worth anything, everything. He wouldn’t trade a moment of his time with her.
The deserted street shimmered, faded, the busy street coming back into view.
Caleb and Julian shouted denials.
Not alone, then. He had the souls. Made sense. They’d started life together, and now they would end it together. Oh, God. End. End. This was the end. With the word echoing in his head, he realized he wasn’t ready. But the pain soon dragged him down…he was falling…a shroud of black was sweeping him under a burning tide…
He knew nothing more.
SOMEONE MUST HAVE USED electric shocks on his brain, because suddenly Aden’s entire body spasmed, and he felt the pain, so much pain. Too much pain. The shroud of black quickly wrapped back around him, thank God, thank God, thank God, but the electric shock pulled him back out. The process was repeated over and over again.
“—save him,” Victoria was pleading to someone. “You have to save him.”
“He’s been injured too badly,” an unfamiliar voice said, “and you’ve given him all the blood you can stand to lose. Any more, and you’ll both die.”
“He’s not going to die,” she screeched. “We can’t let him die. He’s our king!”
Was this it? The end?
The end. Familiar words.
“Try and turn him,” Victoria said on a rush. “Drain him completely and fill him back up with what remains of my blood.”
A sigh, weary and sad. “We’ve tried that before, princess, with others. This you know. Not since Vlad’s time has a turning ever ended successfully.”
“I don’t care.”
“Sometimes the donor died, as well.”
“I know that, too! Just do it! There’s no other way, and I have to try. I have to try,” she repeated on a sob.
Another sigh left the stranger. “Very well. He’s all yours. But know this. When your people discover his weakened condition—and they will, we can’t keep this a secret for long—there will be a struggle for the crown. No matter how worthy a king Aden has proved himself to be, there will always be those who hunger for power. Contenders will want to strike him while they can.”
“They’ll have to find him first. And when he returns,
A knock sounded, several hard thumps. Footsteps. A gasp.
“Riley?” Victoria said.
“What happened to him? What the hell happened?”
“Stay back! Don’t touch him. I’m turning him. Just stay here and keep everyone calm. I’m taking him away.”
“Turning him? Away? Victoria, you can’t do that.”
“I can and I will. Stay back!”
A pause. “Okay, okay. I’ll stay back. But there’s something I have to tell you. Several somethings, actually. And I can’t stay here for long. Mary Ann ran away, and I followed her to make sure she made it someplace safely, and I only came back to talk to you. I have to return to her before she decides to head somewhere else and I lose her trail. So listen up. You’ve been challenged by Draven for rights to Aden. Your father is alive and—”
“A challenge? No! Not yet! Is Mary Ann okay? And…and what you do mean my father is alive? Riley, he can’t be alive. He can’t be alive. He’ll hurt Aden, he’ll…
Silence, then. Floating. Darkness. Then, Aden felt as if his neck was being ripped open, and this time, he did make his mouth move. He screamed.
He thrashed, he fought, he stilled. Nothing, he had nothing left.
The shroud, that blessed shroud. It covered him, protected him. Slipping away…
…cold, so cold…
Stupid shroud…he tugged it back in place.
…hot, so hot…
He pushed it away… Better, but not for long. Slipping again…
—COLD, SO COLD—
He tugged.
—HOT, SO HOT—
He pushed, as hard as he could. He kicked. No shroud. No more shroud.
…pain, so much pain…
—PAIN, SO MUCH PAIN—
Time was an endless ocean of change. He drifted on the waves, was pulled under, struggled, was jerked back up, drifted some more…cold, so cold…and wondered…hot, so hot…if he’d ever find his way home. Home, where was home? The answer eluded him. Too much chatter, incoherent, bothersome. The pain had returned. But not the shroud. Thank you, God, not the shroud.
The ocean vanished in a sudden blink. He saw a cave, he hated caves now, saw himself, how sick and pale he looked, writhing, sweat pouring from him, washing away the blood that coated him, and he saw Victoria, how sick and pale she looked, lying beside him, thrashing, moaning, and he heard her thoughts, all her thoughts from all her life, so loud he couldn’t deal with them, couldn’t listen to them, there were too many memories inside his head, her memories, his own, her pain, his own, more than could possibly fit, and if something didn’t give soon, he would break, break into a thousand pieces and never fit back together.
He wanted the shroud back.
Then there was silence. Calm. They came, but they didn’t last. In the distance, he heard a roar. No, not in the distance. Louder…louder…closer…so close.
