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I blink. “What? When?”
He winces. “Two days ago.”
I start to laugh, but he doesn’t join me. My brows knit. “Ruin, that’s not funny.”
“I know, baby, because it’s not a joke. Draven took you to Carnage. He ...” He looks away. “He killed you with a syringe of Brightex.”
My heart races so fast, I sway.
Killed?
How did he kill me if—
I look at him. “Ruin ... What did you do?”
“I killed him.”
“And me?”
His dark eyes glance over. “I changed you. You’re a vampire now.”
My jaw drops and I just stare at him.
A vampire?
He made me a vampire?
I scramble to my feet, needing to move, to think. “Where are my clothes?”
“Lilah–”
I spin to face him as he starts to climb from the bed. “No, Ruin. I need you to stay right there and tell me where my fucking clothes are.”
His chiseled features turn to stone, but one muscular arm points to the bathroom.
I walk as calmly as I can inside and shut the door. With my back to the wood, I take in my bag left neatly open in the closet across from me. I snare a few things, dress, and walk back out.
Ruin is in a pair of jeans in the front room, his big body blocking the way out. “Lilah, you need to feed.”
I glare. “Move.”
He folds his arms over his chest, and I swear my body quickens.
Fucking vampire.
I growl. “Ruin, so help me God ... Move.”
His head shakes, jaw and neck cording from his resolution. The same one that kept me alive.
Or brought me back from death.
My fear rips through me, stronger than I have ever felt, and I shove him. Hard.
He flies into the door. The old wood buckles, and he sails into the hall to slide down to the floor with a look of almost comical surprise on his face.
I peer at my hands.
Holy fuck.
