I should have died that day. Not even the best of hunters should be able to slay a pack of wolves. And maybe that was the cosmic error. I’d been meant to go, if indeed there is any such continuity, and in overreaching, had caught the devil’s eye. “Wolf killer.” The vampire Magnus had said it so lovingly, as he had carried me to his lair.

David had sunk back in the chair, putting one foot absently on the fender, and his eyes were fixed on the flames. He was deeply distressed, even a little frantic, though he held it inside very well.

“Won’t it be painful?” he asked, looking at me.

Just for a moment, I didn’t know what he meant. Then I remembered.

I gave a little laugh.

“I came to say good-bye to you, to ask you if you’re certain about your decision. It seemed somehow the right thing to tell you I was going, and that this would be your last chance. It seemed sporting, actually. You follow me? Or do you think it’s simply another excuse? Doesn’t matter really.”

“Like Magnus in your story,” he said. “You’d make your heir, then go into the fire.”

“It wasn’t merely a story,” I said, not meaning to be argumentative, and wondering why it sounded that way. “And yes, perhaps it’s like that. I honestly don’t know.”

“Why do you want to destroy yourself?” He sounded desperate.

How I had hurt this man.

I looked at the sprawling tiger with its magnificent black stripes and deep orange fur.

“That was a man-eater, wasn’t it?” I asked.

He hesitated as if he didn’t fully understand the question, then as if waking, he nodded. “Yes.” He glanced at the tiger, then he looked at me. “I don’t want you to do it. Postpone it, for the love of heaven. Don’t do it. Why tonight, of all times?”

He was making me laugh against my will. “Tonight’s a fine night for doing it,” I said. “No, I’m going.” And suddenly there was a great exhilaration in me because I realized I meant it! It wasn’t just some fancy. I would never have told him if it was. “I’ve figured a method. I’ll go as high as I can before the sun comes over the horizon. There won’t be any way to find shelter. The desert there is very hard.”

And I will die in fire. Not cold, as I’d been on that mountain when the wolves surrounded me. In heat, as Claudia had died.

“No, don’t do it,” he said. How earnest he was, how persuasive. But it didn’t work.

“Do you want the blood?” I asked. “It doesn’t take very long. There’s very little pain. I’m confident the others won’t hurt you. I’ll make you so strong they’d have a devil of a time if they tried.”

Again, it was so like Magnus, who’d left me an orphan without so much as a warning that Armand and his ancient coven could come after me, cursing me and seeking to put an end to my newborn life. And Magnus had known that I would prevail.