Page 91 of Poison Sun

Any bits of grogginess wash away at the urgency in her voice.

Damien, I think, and I rush to the door, yank it open, and see Cassandra standing in front of me, her eyes wide with panic.

“What happened?” I need to know, but at the same time, I dread the answer. “Is it Damien?”

“It’s Yannick and Abigail.” She forces herself into my room, slams the door shut, and ice-cold fear rushes through me as I wait for her to continue. “They’re gone.”

The news hits me like a physical blow.

“Gone?” I repeat, unable to make sense of it. “What do you mean?”

“We were out on patrol. And the downtown vampires…” She swallows to compose herself. “They ambushed us. They took them.”

My mind’s racing at a million miles a minute.

Took them.

“They’re not dead?” I ask, needing to hear the exact words. Because if they’re not dead, this can be fixed. They can be saved. I’ll make sure of it.

“They took them,” Cassandra repeats, her eyes hollow—empty. “And they left me a message.”

“What message?”

“It was from Lucas,” she says, hands shaking. “He said if we want to see Abigail and Yannick alive again, we have to meet him. The two of us. Only us.”

I don’t need to ask to know why he chose us.

Cassandra loves Yannick.

And I… well, Abigail has become someone important to me these past few weeks. I can’t let anything happen to her. I just can’t.

“Where?” I ask.

“Little Island.”

I know the place from when Morgan and I explored the city after I first moved here. It’s a pier along the Hudson River that leads to a small, manmade island with tree-lined paths and a sunken theater in the back.

But then the memories of the attack at Central Park hit me at once.

“It’s nighttime,” I say, even though that’s obvious. “If we leave now, the shadow souls will track me and attack.”

“And if we wait, Lucas will kill Abigail and Yannick by sunrise.” Her voice cracks with emotion when she says Yannick’s name. “We can’t leave them there to die. We have to go. Now.”

I’ve never seen her like this. She’s always been the embodiment of strength and resolve.

But she loves Yannick.

Deeply.

They tried to keep their relationship private, but looking at her now, I realize that the love she feels for him is stronger than I imagined.

Also, I haven’t forgotten Morgan’s text message.

Trust Cassandra.

This has to be what she was referring to.

“You can get us out of here?” I ask, since I’m sure Damien has security in place to make sure I don’t leave.

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