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“Yes.”
Lawrence looked down at the floor before slowly raising his tear-filled black eyes to Dr. Reynolds. “I’m going to kill you.”
He surged forward with inhuman speed. I shrieked as the doctor grabbed hold of my arm and threw me toward the vampire. Lawrence caught me. I felt the strength in his grip; the vampire was strong enough to break me in half.
Lawrence inhaled sharply, and his lips drew back from his sharp teeth. It seemed impossible, but his already black eyes grew even darker, like shiny, soulless buttons.
Dr. Reynolds moved toward the door. “You can’t resist the Nightshade inside of her. Take her. Bite her. Drink her blood. Give in to it.”
My fear ratcheted up another level. “No—” I pushed at the vampire, but his grip on me only grew tighter. “You don’t want to do this.”
I knew from the crazed look in his eyes that if he bit me, he’d tear my throat out. It would kill him and me at the same time.
Lawrence’s upper lip peeled back farther, and a growl sounded in the back of his throat. “It’s so powerful.”
I felt as if my bones were going to snap if I fought him any harder. “Bite me and you die.”
There was barely any human intelligence left in his gaze—he was a grief-filled monster who needed to feed. “I want to die.”
“No—”
“But first I want everyone else to die. Starting with him.” His black-eyed gaze moved over my shoulder.
“Let go of me,” I snapped.
He did what I asked, pushing me so hard I flew backward until my head slammed against the side of the examining table. I crashed to the floor. My vision blurred as the pain swept through me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Declan rise shakily from the chair and reach toward the sharp silver stake at his belt.
“No . . .” I said, but it was too weak for anyone to hear.
Declan flicked a glance at me before training his fierce gaze on the vampire before him. Lawrence wasn’t unarmed. He’d snatched the already bloody knife off the floor, and I saw a silver flash as it arched through the air toward Dr. Reynolds’s throat and the spray of red as it met its mark.
It was like my dream—everything slowed down, and the air thickened. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t scream. The vampire turned his attention toward Declan and surged forward to attack just as I lost consciousness and the world all around me faded to black . . .
SEVEN
The alarm woke me.
When I forced my eyes open, my head screamed with pain. I lay on my side in an awkward position on the floor, staring straight into the glazed eyes of Dr. Reynolds. Blood oozed down his forehead.
Dr. Reynolds was supposed to help save my life. He was my beacon of hope. My beacon of hope was now dead as a doornail.
The ear-piercing alarm made it difficult to think, but I knew I had to get out of here. I pushed myself up to my feet and scanned the room. White walls, gray linoleum floor, empty metal chair, stainless steel examination table to my right.
My heart slammed against my rib cage when I saw Declan lying on the opposite side of the room. He was badly hurt and not moving. I couldn’t tell if he was breathing. There was blood—a lot of it. Stumbling, I ran to his side and fell to my knees next to him.
“Declan, no!” I could barely hear my panicked voice above the sound of the alarm. “Please, please don’t be dead!”
For a long, horrible moment there was no reaction. But then his chest hitched and he opened his gray right eye. He blinked. “Jill—” His deep, raspy voice sounded as weak as I’d ever heard it, and that worried the hell out of me. “You—you need to get out of here. Now. It’s not safe. Get out and run as fast and as far as you can.”
I nodded. “Sounds like a good plan. Come on”—I grabbed hold of his muscled arm—“get up!”
He shook his head, the movement barely noticeable. “Leave me. Save yourself.”
Anger pushed its way forward. “Stop being a bad movie cliché and get on your feet. I’m not going anywhere without you.”
His jaw clenched. “I’m hurt.”
“You’ll heal.”
