“Aden.”
Where was the cold? He wanted the cold to return.
“Aden, please.” The voice blended with the roar. “Open your eyes.”
His mouth was as dry as cotton, his gums and tongue swollen, his lips bruised. His muscles and bones felt like they’d gotten up close and personal with a baseball bat.
“Aden!”
His lids popped open of their own volition. He was panting, still sweating. A wan Victoria loomed over him, her dark hair falling like a curtain around his face. There were circles under her eyes, eyes that were glazed with pain, and she was clutching at her ears, cringing.
Was this a dream? Or had he died and gone to heaven? No, he couldn’t have gone to heaven. He still heard that godawful roar, still felt as if he were on fire, battered and bruised.
“Aden,” she moaned.
He jolted upright. Dizziness hit, then subsided. Pain hit, and remained. “What’s wrong?” The words were slurred, pushed through teeth he didn’t recognize. Through…fangs? He flicked his incisors with his tongue—no, no fangs. He wasn’t sure what that meant. Wasn’t sure what was wrong with him or what had happened.
Oh, he knew Victoria had given him some of her blood. Knew she’d tried to turn him from human to vampire in order to save his life. He hadn’t forgotten the conversation he’d heard. But he didn’t know any more than that. How was he alive if the change hadn’t succeeded?
He wanted to ask.
“The souls,” she said before he could. “I have the souls. Inside me. Talking. Why won’t they stop? And you… you, I think you have my beast.” As if she’d managed to maintain her strength only long enough to issue her confession, she collapsed, falling into his arms.
Unable to process what he’d heard, Aden gathered her close, held her tight. His brain hadn’t sparked back to life yet, his thoughts fragmenting quickly, fatigue beating through him. He eased to his back, taking Victoria with him.
They were alive. That thought was clear. Whatever had happened to them, they were alive. The rest could be figured out later. And whatever changes they’d experienced, whatever they would next need to do, they would triumph; he had no doubt. They’d defeated the witches and the death curse. They could get through this, too. They had each other, and that was all that mattered.
“Don’t let go,” Victoria said against his chest.
He was surprised she had roused, surprised but glad. “I won’t. I’ll never you let go.”
Yes, they had each other, would always have each other. They could handle what came next.
He hoped.
Glossary of Characters and Terms
Blood-slaves 
Bloody Mary 
Brian 
Brianna Buchannan 
Brittany Buchannan 
Caleb 
D and M Ranch 
Dan Reeves 
Dmitri 
Dr. Hennessy 
Dr. Morris Gray 
Drainer 
Draven 
Elijah 
Eve 
Fairies 
Goblins 
Haden Stone 
Jennifer 
Julian 
Lauren 
Marie 
Mary Ann Gray 
Maxwell 
Meg Reeves 
Ms. Brendal 
